Tommy's POV
3 months later…
It doesn't seem real its like some sort of really bad dream…another three months have went by. Adam is still in a coma and I'm now six months pregnant and as scared as anything…especially now. I'm fearing I'm going to have do go through this alone. I'm starting to loose
Hope that Adam will never wake or let alone wake up in time to see our baby's birth. These past three months have been really hard but all I can say is that the hardest thing out of all of this was watching my husband nearly slip away…his heart monitor barely moving an inch…that was probably the worst noise I've heard in my life… the sound of that heart monitor drowning in the silence. I'm lucky he is still even here…even if he isn't really here, if you get what I mean.
Michelle has been sound asleep clinging on to Adam for an hour now, I've just been sitting here thinking about my life with Adam…we have had such a rough ride right from when we met and now all this happened, it really isn't fair. While we were on tour I began falling in love with Adam but I couldn't accept it…then we finally got together and ended up getting married. Then just after we had gotten married we found out that we conceived a baby much to the shock of our lives, apparently I have girl insides as well. About half way through the pregnancy with Michelle I nearly miscarried then finally she was born, and that was the best thing that ever happened to Adam and I…then just like that Adam is in a coma because of some idiot who couldn't be bothered to wait at the traffic lights…
"Hi daddy…can we go visit Sam…?" Michelle yawned as she slowly crawled off Adam and on to my lap interrupting my thoughts.
"Yea sure honey" I replied as I stood up with Michelle in my arms and left the room placing a kiss on Adam's forehead.
We then reached the children's garden except Sam wasn't there as he usually was so we waited…and waited for about an hour when a young looking nurse came out to us.
"Hi there sir…may I help you…?" the young nurse asked, Her nametag read Stella.
Just as I was about to answer, Michelle ran up to her, "My friend Sam isn't here and he said he would meet us…" she asked as the young nurse, Stella bent down to be at Michelle's level.
"Oh Sam! Yes I know him…a very wise young man he is, the only person that keeps everyone together in this hospital, Try checking his room…its on level 4 room 12", The nurse replied smiling ever so sweetly.
I then thanked Stella, taking Michelle's hand as we walked back over to the elevator. When the elevator arrived Michelle and I walked into it as Michelle then buzzed level 4.
"Daddy…do you think Sam is okay?" Michelle asked me slightly worried as if she were hiding something.
"Yea of course, he probably just forgot glitters" I smiled back reassuring my daughter.
But not long after we had gotten out of the lift I began to feel sick… The sign in front of the wall as we left the lift read:
"Children's Oncology ward"
No… Sam couldn't of had Cancer…he never ever told us anything and he always seemed fine…at least that's what I hoped, Sam became like a son to me. As we travelled down the long hallway Michelle stopped and pointed at the room that read 'Room 214'... My heart instantly sunk and slowly began to tear…the room was completely empty…even the name above the bed had been taken away and the sheets were neatly folded, not even a slight crease.
"Daddy where is Sam…?" Michelle asked.
I honestly couldn't bring myself to answer Michelle, I hoped he had just gotten better and went home or that we were in the wrong room…but deep down inside I knew that something wasn't right, I wasn't sure wether I wanted to know where Sam was…