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It's been two weeks. 14 days. 336 stretched hours in this sad, small hospital. As I walked around with what must have been the fifth cup of coffee I watched the people. Most of them were here because of old age illnesses and such. Since nothing really happened in our town there was no need for a big hospital and most of the patients were older or people with small injuries. I don't think anyone in this hospital experienced treating patients from a car crash because of how frantic and all over the place they were. Then again I only got to see what they were doing for a bit before I passed out.

It must have been over 5 days since I ate a proper meal and about 9 since I had more than 4 hours sleep in a night and Sam kept pestering me about it saying that I need to stay in good shape to keep in good hopes for Jo. Jo. She had it a lot worse to me. The police said the lorry hit the car from her side making her receive most of the injuries. They said that luckily for both of us the driver saw our car and managed to slow down enough not to hit us with an impact which would result in fatality. The driver of the lorry was also looked over at the hospital for injuries but was quickly checked out because he wasn't really damaged. He must have apologised to me millions of times because after time his words just because a winded noise which I couldn't understand.

Sam tried to bring me better food to the hospital because I hated the food there but I still didn't eat much of it. I wasn't allowed into Jo's room. They wouldn't let anyone go in except her family. Her parents were very affected by what happened. From what Jo has told me about her mom not wanting to see her in a hospital bed again, I'm sure both of her parents blamed me for what happened. I blamed myself too.

Jo's dad tried to talk to me. I think he blamed me less for the accident than Jo's mom did. She barely left her side. Her dad tried to assure me that everything would be fine and that she'd get out of it. That she'll wake up and everything will be back to normal. I didn't know if I could believe him.

How is it that both she and I were in the same car crash yet I come out with a broken arm, a couple cuts and bruises and she ends up in the Intensive Care Unit?

I've stayed at the hospital begging to see her ever since it happened but so far I've achieved nothing. Everyone came to see how she and I were doing. Even Nick, whom I wasn't very fond of, asked me how I was when he came to see her. Of course he couldn't see her, they wouldn't let him. Maybe they were trying to protect her from me because they thought I carry disaster with me like an illness, a disease.

"Patrick." Somebody's voice caused me to shift slightly which they now knew meant that I was listening.

"Patrick, the doctor said he might be able to tell us what's going on later today. Have you eaten yet, today?"

I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. What could the doctor tell us? In her state I seriously doubted that any good news was going to come out of that man's mouth.

"Patrick!"

"What?" I snapped. The small flash of pain in Sam's eyes resulted in guilt on my side and I immediately apologised.

"I know you're unhappy. What happened is horrible but you can't ruin yourself because of it. She wouldn't want this." She whispered the last bit making it almost impossible to hear.

"She wouldn't want to be in a hospital bed either but life sometimes gives you shit even if you're a good person." I said shifting my eyes back to the ground.

"I know. I know, but you can't beat yourself up over this. You know it wasn't your fault. It's not like you wanted to drive into that lorry, you were upset."

"Wasn't it my fault? Because that's all that I seem to be doing recently, failing the people I care about the most."

Sam took a seat next to me, put her arm around me and squeezed my shoulder in a reassuring way.

"She wouldn't blame you."

"I didn't want this for her. She shouldn't be in a hospital. Not today and not ever." I sniffled a bit.

"Come on, we're gonna get you something to eat and I brought you some clothes to change into because even though you're upset, you smell." Sam said with a little laugh in hope of bringing my mood up even slightly.

I stood up with her and grabbed the bag she held towards me and made my way towards the nearest bathroom. After changing I walked back out and we made our way towards the hospital cafeteria.

I still didn't eat much but more than I have recently. Sam and I talked a bit. She was the one who really did most of the talking but I didn't mind.

We didn't end up going away for the holidays like we were meant to. Our parents decided not to drive down to our relatives and stay but we still didn't really celebrate Christmas and I spent my day in the hospital. New Year's was also spent in here despite how much I hoped that she'd wake up to celebrate it with me.

We stayed in the cafeteria for a little longer before Charlie came to join us. He said he was with his brother who came over for Christmas break. Charlie's brother was cool. I met him before the summer when he came to visit Charlie before the summer.

After that we walked back to the corridor outside the unit where Jo was placed. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere beyond that point. I tried. Oh, I tried. Security didn't really like me at this place anymore.

Sam and Charlie left. And now it was nearly getting close to the time that her parents come visit from work. Of course, they're allowed to see her because they're family. I could've lied and said I was her brother but after the police took my report there was no way of doing that.

Soon they arrived and we greeted each other. I shook her dad's hand and nodded politely at her mother who made it clear the first time that she won't be shaking hands with the person who did this to her daughter.

Before they went to see her they signed it at the reception point and the doctor was called to see them. It took some time before he decided to make an appearance. He shook their hands like any doctor would and got straight into the point.

"Mr and Mrs Harvelle, Your daughter is currently on a life support machine, due to her punctured lung, which allows her to breathe more easily and without pain. The few broken ribs are beginning to heal which means we may be able to take her off the supporting machine but only if the lung begins to heal at faster rate."

"We've put her on painkillers of a medium dosage to help induce natural breathing. Unfortunately, she hasn't responded as we planned to and her respiratory system refuses to work well enough to support itself."

"Well, what does that mean? If it's refusing to work, can't you increase the painkillers?" Her dad interrupted. You could tell that her mom had tears in her eyes which threatened to spill at the doctor's next words.

"We can increase the dosage but it may not necessarily work because the lung still needs to heal faster to help her breathe properly. If her situation continues like this, she may only have about a 40% chance of getting through this. I'm sorry."

After that Mrs Harvelle cried. She cried a lot. And Jo's dad took her away and they left because he didn't want his wife to break down even more.

The doctor left and I made my way to the reception desk.

"Hi, do you know when Joanna Harvelle in room 106 will be able to have visitors?" I said to the elderly nurse at the desk.

"Honey, I already told you yesterday and for the past two weeks that you are not allowed to visit anyone in the Intensive Care Unit unless you are a family member."

"But I need to see her." I argued, scrunching up some papers on the desk as I did.

"Look as soon as she gets better, you'll be able to see her but for now you'll have to wait." She said slightly frightened by the look in my reddened, tired eyes.

I sank down to the floor and hugged my body to myself, letting out a long, tormenting scream.

"BUT SHE MIGHT NOT GET BETTER!"

I suppose somewhere between the time I managed to throw whatever documents were placed on her desk and pushing off a printer or scanner of some sort, the security was called once again. In the mean time I managed to scare away the nurses and began to rip my way through whatever the hell documents were before me.

Before I knew it a guard ran my way to try and hold my arms together but out of pure anger I started to throw punches and kicks.

When the next two guards appeared I began to lose the control I never had in the situation. One of the guards held my arm down and the other two somehow tried to pick me up and keep my legs still.

More kicks and punches were flung before I almost fell to the ground but they managed to regain their poise. One began to drag me by placing his arms by my underarms and lacing his hands on my chest which I tried to bite. The second guard tried to hold my legs just as I managed to kick him square in the chest yet he seemed unaffected. The third was holding my arm down and beginning to pull my sleeve up.

I didn't understand why he was pulling up my sleeve and holding my arm still until I noticed a short woman in a nurse's outfit jogging towards us with an injection needle filled with a strange, white liquid.

Of course I still tried to wriggle out of the guards' grasp but was unlucky in doing so. The nurse came towards me and stuck the long, thin needle into my arm. She then emptied the poison-like substance into my body.

At first it seemed as if it was just water or like it didn't work. Whatever it was quickly took an effect after a few seconds and I began to feel drowsy. I could feel my consciousness begin to slip and my eyes begin to close with an unknown tiredness. The guards let go of my body and I slumped against a wall where I fought against the exhaustion and the wanting feeling of giving in and resting.

Just before I passed out I could see a few doctors run up and tell the guards instructions on where to place me and the guards picking me up for the second time today. Then the kryptonite in me took over and I slipped out of consciousness just as my body hit the hospital bed.