Hello guys, long time no see (you'll get that later). This last months of last year took a heavy toll on me, sorry for being so absent. At least I bring two more chapters of this story, the reason I took so long was lack of inspiration and I'M STARTING A NEW STORY, I'm very excited for this one, I already have the first chapter but I'm not dure if I should uploaded now or wait until I'm done with this story. Your advice is greatly appreciated.

-AGA-xx


ROCKY START. CHAPTER 6


"Waiting for a text, honey?" My mom asked from across the table, taking a sip of her coffee, watching me expectantly.

"Umm... Nothing important, just checking on my email." I said, locking my phone and returning to my toast. After a few seconds, involuntarily, I looked again at the black screen of my phone.

"You sure?" She began. "It looks to me like you are waiting for some news."

"Mom, please drop this- you know..." I was cut by the sound of a bird coming from my phone. The text bubble said it was from Riley and I felt as my heart sped up. "Breakfast was great- I'll be in my room." I stood up and headed to the door when my mom's voice was heard again.

"Let me know how he is." I remained facing backwards to her as I closed my eyes, I walked out and let go a small sigh.

As I got to my room I unlocked my phone and opened Riley's message:

Peaches he got out of surgery, he is stable now...

when is he getting out?

I don't know. There was a complication

what happened?

He's in a coma.

I read the small sentence over and over again, trying to make sense of it. He couldn't be in a coma, my eyes felt itchy and my heart sank low on my chest. The phone rang again.

Visitation hours are from 10-11 and from 14-15... You should see him.

i can't go riley

Maya, you should come

I could feel the tears on the brink of falling down, but I kept pushing them back, I couldn't think of this. I left Riley on seen as I layed on my back on my bed, staring at the ceiling and my static fan.

It wasn't the white walls that freaked me out, neither the long dark hallways or the symmetrical floors that I always hated, it was the smell. It was such a strong smell of antiseptic that it penetrated your nose and stayed at the rim of it.

"Maya Hart!" A nurse called out and I walked to her desk. "Please sign here" I did over the line she had pointed "Ok, that's all, he's in room 506, down this hall on the left."

As I walked to his room my heart sped up and suddenly the hospital felt so cold and I felt so scared, it was all really happening. The wooden door was in front of me, I don't know why I knocked, he was in a coma, but I stepped back when the door was opened and I saw Momma Friar behind it. She was clearly tired, with puffy eyes and big bags under them. She was wearing sweatpants and her hair was in a messy bun, which also meant she was spending her nights here as well. Her face lit up when she saw me, a small smile settled on her lips and her eyes looked like she was going to cry again.

"Oh Maya" she said very relieved by her tone, she pulled me in for a hug. I had stayed strong when Riley asked me to come, I stayed strong in the waiting room, but somehow having his mother hug me like this, like she wasn't trying to comfort me, but like she was looking to be comforted, this was what broke me. Silent tears came out as I held her tightly in my arms. She grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me away, we remained at arm's length, a gratitude on her gesture.

I cleaned away my tears "How is he?" I asked in a trembling voice, afraid of hearing the answer. She took a deep breath in, a tremor in her lip.

"It was bad, he got shot twice, one on his arm that went completely through and another in his chest." She paused, cleaned a tear that had escaped her eye and continued. "His lung was punctured, as he got to the hospital they noticed that not enough oxygen was getting to his brain so they drilled a hole in his head to relieve the pressure as they fixed his lung. The surgery was very long and..." She finally cracked a knot settling in her throat.

"They fixed his lungs... but his brain... he... they..." I rubbed her back in gently circular motions, her hands were covering her face, I looked both ways down the hall, there was no one who could see us. After a while that she put herself back together she finished her story. "They induced the coma, so his brain could rest and fix itself, but there is a big chance that he won't wake up." She couldn't stop the tears anymore and they kept coming out, she had a handkerchief with she continually used to blow her running nose. We just stood there for a few minutes as she calmed down, I had my arm around her and the other one holding her hand.

She lifted up her head and looked me in the eyes, she had green eyes just like her son, his were a little lighter and had golden spots around it, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him when I saw them.

"Oh sweetie I just realized that you came here to see him and I've been keeping you out here the whole time listening to me cry." She squeezed my hand gently.

"You needed the visit too" I said to her "I'm glad you were here" I gave her a small smile.

"Go in there, I'll go fix myself a cup of coffee." She hugged me and then walked down the hall disappearing at the corner.

As I looked at the door panic invaded me, I was so distracted by Momma Friar that I didn't think about actually seeing him. I pushed the door open and forced myself to not look at him until I was fully inside the room with the door closed. As I turned around, I stopped breathing, scared of making any sound. He was laying in bed, a large tube was coming out of his mouth, the machines next to him beeped, keeping track of his heartbeat, the other one made a loud breathing sound that was kinda terrifying.

This was the first time I saw him in two years after he left me and broke my heart. I sat down on a stool that was positioned next to the bed and I watched him, he looked just like he was sleeping, I remembered that face very well.

"Hey..." I said in a low voice. "Long time no see..." I awkwardly chuckled, not very sure of what could I say.

"I really don't know what to tell you... This still feels unreal to me, you were always the strong one between the two of us, even though everyone thinks it was me." Tears came back to my eyes. "You were the one putting me back together every time I broke down and now you're here and there is nothing I can do to fix you."

I was sniffling constantly, my mouth trembling and my voice about to crack.

"You know it's funny, last time we talked I was settled that it would be really the last time. I was furious, for such a long time I was angry so I could hide the sadness and the emptiness you left me." I stopped to breathe for a second.

"I was so angry, that was the first thing that came to my mind when someone mentioned you. But when I heard about this and now that I see you here and to know that two years ago can be the last time we'll ever talk I couldn't be able to forgive myself if that happens."

"So Lucas..." I reached out for his hand "I need you to wake up... You have to come back... Please, do this for me..." I stood up and gave him a kiss on his forehead, it was interesting how he smelled like himself, the only thing that smelled different from the antiseptic was the cowboy laying down on the hospital bed, fighting for his life.


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