After fighting with my internet for several days now, I now have it for the time being. Praying it holds out long enough to post something. Yes, another depressing entry, but it's the frame of mind I'm in for something else I'm working on, so please bear with me. :) I'm working on several things at once right now, so hopefully there will be some updates coming along soon. RL is calming down, now if my internet will cooperate, I'll be one happy chica. :D

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Original

Rating/Warning(s): T

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Prompt: Lackadaisical


As he gazed at her while she stared out the window from her hospital bed, he felt his heart breaking even more. Her eyes were dull, her features void of emotion. She hadn't spoken a word since the day the doctors told us that she would never regain the feeling or movement of her arms and leg, that she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

It pained him to think of the last day they spent together before tragedy stuck. Talking of plans for their wedding, where they would live, how many children they would have. Everything was so carefree then, as they sat in the grass in the park, their fingers twined together in front of her as she leaned back against his chest.

He hadn't wanted to let her go, but she insisted that she couldn't be late for her fitting and she would meet him back at the apartment afterward.

She never came. She never called.

He sat on the couch, staring at the door and waiting for her to come through it. And the moment a knock sounded from the other side, he felt his heart drop into his stomach.

She wouldn't knock. She would come right in.

Opening the door, he was faced with two uniformed officers with drawn expressions on their faces.

"Sir, I'm so sorry," one of the officers started, his hands clasped in front of him. "Your fiancée is in the hospital, in intensive care. She was stuck by vehicle while crossing the road, and was still unconscious at the scene."

He backed up into the hallway, falling back against the wall as his body began to tremble violently. This couldn't be happening. She was just laughing and smiling just a few hours before with him, how could she be in the hospital?

They escorted him to the hospital to her bedside, and he instantaneously ran for the bathroom as the contents of his stomach emptied. She was pale, with bandages around her head and bruises littering her beautiful skin, with tubes coming from her mouth and arms.

For three weeks, he never left her bedside, praying for this nightmare to end and for her to wake up. To come back to him. He would talk to her for hours as if she were just sitting there listening intently.

When her eyes finally opened and met his, he thought the agony was over. But when the doctors brought that awful diagnosis, it began all over again. She wouldn't look at him or speak to him, as her hand lay listless in his.

He couldn't take the silence anymore.

"Baby, will you please look at me?" he pleaded softly, but she never even fluttered an eyelash. "This isn't the end of the world. I'm still here, and I still love you. We'll get through this. But you need to talk to me."

"Go home," she whispered, still unmoving.

He drew in a deep breath and nodded, standing up and kissing her forehead. "I'll come back later."

"No," she replied flatly and he turned back to look at her, finding her blank gaze aimed directly at him. "Go home and don't come back."

"No, don't do this. Everything is going to be alright, we'll work this out..."

"I mean it. Please, if you ever loved me, don't come back. Nothing is going to be alright. Everything we ever wanted is gone. Find it with someone else."

His eyes welled as she spoke emotionlessly, turning her head back to the window as she finished as if she'd never moved. He collapsed to his knees onto the floor, his hands raising to cover his mouth as the sobs threatened to escape. "Please baby, don't do this to me, to us. I love you so much, and I know you love me."

"I'm not going to be someone's couch ornament! Get out!" she screamed with more fervor than she'd shown in the month since they'd gotten the news.

"Sir?" he heard from behind him as he stared at her in disbelief, feeling a pair of hands slide under his shoulders and lift him from the ground. Once outside the room, the orderly set him down in the chair outside where he bent at the waist, and cried into his knees.

His life felt as if it had just come to an abrupt end. She was lost to him.