Chapter 15

Loretta's POV

"Seriously, you need to wake up. I know you are stubborn and don't listen to anyone but yourself but this is stupid. I mean- come on- I am the melodramatic one and even I don't feel like living out this soap opera." Nothing "I made cookies" Nothing "I threw out all of your paints" Nothing "Jacob skipped town because he decided he hated you" Hand twitch. "He is never coming back" Nothing "Okay, you're right, he didn't go anywhere, in fact he's been out here since it happened. You are such a horrible driver. For future reference you are never driving again. The car is wrecked. I am going to pick out a new one without you. I might just get a pink one" Nothing "With leather seats" Nothing "I am also going to go buy you all new clothes that are actually suitable for your wearing"

She had been asleep for three days. The doctors assured Grandma that she would wake up. At first, I'll admit, I panicked. I woke up in a hospital bed with Paul clutching my hand. I thought she had died and I was inconsolable. Then the nurse brought me to her. It was then that I decided she was going to be fine. Maybe if I believe it enough, it would be true. So here I was torturing her out of her sleep. I wasn't getting anywhere. Occasionally she would show some sign of movement at the mention of Jacob.

He was a mess, I tried to send him home three times. The third time, well that was it. He got very upset and started yelling at me. I started crying and Paul got mad at Jacob. They had to take it outside. I wasn't going to tell my sister. She would just get mad when I did- she'd say I'd deserve his anger. Actually he came back and hugged me so hard I thought he crushed a rib. Man did that boy love my sister. I had no idea why- he was so… cheerful and well she wasn't. It wasn't my place to try to figure it out.

"Well I am going for a walk and when I get back you are gunna be sitting up. Then as soon as you get better, I am going to beat the living shit out of you" I left the room then. Tears were streaming down my face. I hated her so much. Jacob saw me, obviously getting the wrong conclusion ran into her room. I ran outside as fast as my legs would carry me. Paul was at work- I had no idea what he did. I probably should ask that. I ended up at a pretty little fountain. I sat at the edge and cried to myself. I hated hospitals, since I was kid. Doctors were not my thing. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My wrist had been sprained in the accident. I had also received a concussion and had a bandage on my head. Other than a few scrapes and cuts, I was in good shape. So was she- except that she wouldn't freaking wake up. Jacob sat down next to me.

"She's fine"

"I know" I sighed.

"Why are you crying, Loretta?"

"I hate her"

"No, you don't"

"Maybe you think the sun shines out of butt but I don't"

"She is your sister-"

"Whom I hate"

"Why?"

"Cuz" I sniffled "I can't even be mad at her when she is like this. I want to be angry with her. I want to scream at her and make her feel bad. But I can't cuz she is lying there like a lifeless nobody. It was her own fault, yet I the guilt I feel is so intolerable. I can barely breathe" my chest heaved "This is just too dramatic for me"

"Well you should try being an outsider watching the two of you. It's rough"

"I'm sorry"

"For what?"

"That you have to put up with this- even though it is as clear as day that you are in love with my sister"

"Yeah- she is something else"

"Yup"

"You should go inside" It had started raining. Suddenly a downpour began. I was drenched by the time I reached the building. I walked back into her room. There were doctors and nurses surrounding her bed. I heard her voice and my heart stopped. I never hated and loved a sound so much in my life.

"Where is my sister, is she okay?"

"I'm fine" She looked at me, very confused. "Is she okay?"

"She is going to be just fine" a nurse walked me out of the room. There she explained to myself and my grandparents that she was going to need to be in the hospital a little while longer. My grandmother cried she was so relieved. She hugged me tightly.

"I was so scared"

"I know Grandma"

"Aren't you happy?"

"Of course, I just don't know how to react" My grandfather hugged me and kissed my forehead. We drove home that night, everyone in an infinitely better mood. Paul met me in my room and held me tightly. He had been more protective since the accident. I guess I understood, but his reaction was so much more intense than I was expecting. I didn't go back to the hospital. Then she came home.