Chapter five of Thirteen's epic 'journey' XD
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Chapter five - What if?
Foreman
I sit by your bedside, stroking you hair, telling you it'll be ok.
From what I've been told, you collided with a Land Rover going at nearly 50mph on a blind bend. The dumbass driving the vehicle tried to overtake on it. Dumb shit.
I'm sorry, Remy. I'm blaming it on the driver of the other car when really I should be blaming myself. If I hadn't forgotten to meet you yesterday, we would have gotten up at the same time, left at the same time. I would have been in the driver's seat when that Land Rover crashed into the left side of the car, my side of the car.
It would be me in the hospital bed, not you.
No, neither of us would be in the hospital bed.
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry.
Cameron
We'd had Remy moved to a side room when one became free.
I was technically supposed to be down in the ED still, but as it was a slow day I had requested Remy's case.
It sounds so weird to be calling her by her forename. A few hours ago she was Thirteen- Just Thirteen. Things were nowhere near as complicated as they are now.
I entered her room to find Foreman with his head in his hands, tears rolling down his face. I pulled up a chair and placed a hand on his arm.
"Foreman..." I started softly. He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot. "You should go and get something to eat. Or get some sleep. You look exhausted." He opened his mouth to argue, but then closed his mouth again and nodded. He stood up to leave.
"Just promise me you'll page me if anything happens." I smile sympathetically at him and watched him leave.
I started doing Remy's routine OBS and physical exam once he'd left. I figured he didn't need to see the cut up her side or the bruising on her ribcage that had now started to form.
"Remy?" I leant close to her, trying to get her to respond. "Remy? Please, open your eyes..." I took her hand. "Squeeze my hand. Come on sweetie, I know you're in there somewhere, but you gotta prove it or I may have to cause you pain again... You don't want that do you? No... So just squeeze my hand... Please?" Nothing. Not even the tiniest movement. I sighed, and taking a pen from my pocket, stroked her cheek gently.
"I'm sorry Rem" I whispered as I placed the tip of my pen in the space between her eyes and twisted it, applying pressure. Nothing. She didn't squeeze my hand, or open her eyes.
One single tear did snake its way down her face however.
I smiled in relief.
Because although I had hurt my friend, made her cry, I had also proved that her brain was still active.
And knowing that was the best feeling I'd had in months.