Chapter 9! Enjoy. =) And thanks to everyone that reviewed this story, it is my most popular story yet, so I hope you enjoy =)
Maryse's POV
I woke up on the hospital bed. I was dressed in all white, my vision blurry. I could only see the lighting on the roof. I thought I was dead, until I heard sobbing and looked over to my right. There, propped by my bed was Kelly and Eve, both sobbing while Punk and John were heard screaming at doctors to help me. I felt a tear drop from my eye, but it hurt to much to move, so I let my eyes get watery. Kelly saw my eyes open, and took my hand gently, and crying her eyes out.
"What's wrong with me?" I wanted to scream at them, but I was too weak to do anything. I looked over to my left to see myself i the mirror. I had tubes down my lungs, and a bag on my mouth to help my breathing. I had cuts all over my body. I felt like I had broken every bone in my body.
"How's she doing?" The doctor said in a thick french accent, walking in.
"You tell us!" Eve snapped, glaring at the doctor.
The doctor flinched and fixed his glasses. "Well, such terrible manners. But it is my job to swerve you anywho. She has a concussion and 2 broken ribs. Her spine was not damaged, thank god, but her back has some major wind burns. Her arm was twisted back, and her ankle snapped, but other than that, she's fine."
Kelly sighed. "Thank you doctor."
The doctor nodded and walked out to meet with his other patients. I looked up at Kelly and Eve, they were crying.
"How did I get here?" I asked, crying too.
"You don't remember what happened yesterday?" Eve asked, with a cracking voice.
"You feel... Off the Eiffel Tower..." Kelly spoke.
"But... That's impossible!" Memories started to flood back, and I blinked down tears. "How am I not dead? I should be dead!"
"Well... There was this guy..." Kelly said slowly, looking down. There was a long silence and I lost all my patience.
"And? There was this guys, and? Then what!" I screamed, making Kelly cry.
"He broke your fall, okay! He's in a damn coma!" Kelly screamed back, and I gasped, wanting to slap myself.
"Oh..." Was all I could say.
"Oh." Kelly said, glaring at me.
"Kelly! You have to understand what Maryse is going through! Do you realize she was an inch away from death?" Eve lectured Kelly making her roll her eyes and walk out. "Forget her Maryse. She'll be back. Can you stand?"
"No... But I'll try getting into that wheelchair..." I said, slowly lifting myself up and blinking away the pain. I limped over to the wheelchair, and Eve helped me in.
"Okay, do you want to go check out how the guy is doing?" Eve asked.
"Sure... There's nothing else to do..." I responded, looking down.
Eve pushed the wheelchair to the guy's room. She knocked on the door, and a woman opened up. She had swollen red eyes, indicating she'd been crying. She was in her early 50's, that much you can tell.
"Umm, hi, may we see him? Umm, my friend just needs to see what he looks like..." Eve said, and the woman started crying again and nodded her head. Eve pushed the wheelchair into the room and we saw the guy all battered and bruised. I gasped, tears to my eyes.
"I did this." I said, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.
"No, this is not your fault! It was that girl who pushed you! Who the hell does that?" Eve screamed in frustraion at the girl.
I let a few tears fall from my eyes as I shook my head. "He doesn't deserve this. I should be him right now! Why is he the one in a coma, and not me? He wasn't pushed off the Eiffel Tower! he was an innocent bystander! His mother doesn't deserve to have to see him like this. This whole family shouldn't feel this pain! I should be the one in a coma! If not, dead! It's not fair! It's just not- fair!" I said, the last part between gasps as I started bawling and slamming my good hand on the handle of the wheelchair until it hurt.
The woman walked over and pointed to the guy in the coma. "C'est mon fils, Mike. Il est un gentil jeune homme. Il est un gentleman, et il vous sauvé par choix. Ne pleure pas petite fille, il l'a fait pour vous protéger." I nodded, blinking back the tears. The woman had just told me 'That's my son, Mike. He's such a nice young man. He's a gentleman, and he saved you by choice. Do not cry young girl, he did it to protect you.'
"Mais il ne méritait pas cela. Je devrais être celui dans le coma, pas lui." I told her 'But he didnt deserve this. I should be the one in the coma, not him.'
"Non, non! S'il vous plaît essayez de comprendre que c'était son choix." She said before walking out. She had said 'No, no! Please try to understand that it was his choice.'
"Eve can you leave me here alone please? I need a little time with him." I said, and Eve nodded, also walking out.
I slowly got off my wheelchair and stood beside his bed, looking at the sleeping figure. "Hi, umm, Mike... I'm Maryse. I'm the one that fell on you. I didn't mean to. I fell off the Eiffel Tower, what an experience that was. I was on the bridge of death, and you saved me..." I said, stopping for a long time to just look at his face. I shook my head and kept going. "One day I'll make it up to you, I promise." I rolled my eyes at myself. "You probably don't even understand me, do you? Well I'll translate, okay?"
"Salut Mike, Je suis Maryse. Je suis celui qui est tombé. Je ne voulais pas. Je suis tombé de la Eiffel Tower, ce qui a été un expérience. J'étais sur le pont de la mort, et vous avez enregistré moi. Un jous je vais le faire a vous, je le promets." I leaned down and kissed his cheek, and starting to sit back down into my wheelchair.
Kelly's POV
I don't know what came over me in Maryse's hospital room a few minutes ago, but all I knew was we needed to get out of this place. I hate Paris, just hate it. Maybe I'm PMSing? Eww. I'll have to check. But anyway, I need to get out, and I know Maryse needs to, too. So I booked our flights for tomorrow. This is just so stupid, why does all the bad things happen to us?
We haven't even told our parents what happened yet. And none of us are planning too. That would cause everyone to worry and demand that we cut the trip short and get back home, this very second. I rolled my eyes, our parents are so predectible.
And clueless. When things go wrong, they don't notice. They only realize we're in danger when we are rushed to the hospital, which only happened once when my stomach felt like a bomb that was about to explode and kill me. We found out it was just gas, but hey, I was only 5! How was I supposed to know I only needed the washroom?
Ugh, people are staring. Why can't people just deal with their own lives and not give a damn about mine? Geez, I almost lost one of my best friends, and these people are staring at me like I'm a free circus show. I glared back at everyone, making my way to the house we were staying in. I am not buying this house. Even if it's amazing.
I walked in, taking my packed bags and putting them against the door. We hadn't had anytime to open up anything, and that's totally okay, seeing as we're leaving tomorrow anyway. Well, they don't know that, and they're going to have a cow when they find out. But Until then, I'll just get some much needed sleep.
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