I don't really like this one, but I hope you guys enjoy it. If you have any ideas of suggestions about what you would like me to write about, just let me know somehow:)
Eight got the call at three in the morning. He rushed to the hospital that was three hours away. He made the trip in two and a half hours. Once he got there he rushed to the front desk and asked where she was.
The nurse led him to her room. She looked bad. She looked really bad. Her left arm was in a cast, and she had bruises all over her face. She barely looked like Marina, but Eight still recognized her right away.
Eight rushed to her side and sat at the edge of her bed. He wanted to grab her hand, or touch her face, but he was worried he would hurt her. She looked so fragile and vulnerable in this state.
Eight heard a voice from behind him ask, "Who are you?"
Eight looked over to see a doctor standing by the door. He said, "I'm her husband."
The doctor nodded and closed the door. He said, "I'm Dr. Smith, and I have been working on Marina."
Eight looks the doctor in the eye and asks, "How is she?"
The doctor says, "She will heal from her injuries, but unfortunately she went into a coma."
Eight stands up and asks, "When will she wake up?"
Dr. Smith sighs and says, "We can't be certain that she'll ever wake up."
Eight nods and turns away from the doctor, not wanting him to see him cry. The doctor says, "I'll give you a moment to think."
Eight hears the door open and close, then he breaks down. He sits down next to Marina, sobbing. He asks, "Why were you driving? You were supposed to come home in the morning. You need to wake up, Marina. We have a life to live, and we can't live it if you're in a hospital bed. We are going to have kids, and grow old and be awesome grandparents."
Eight takes Marina's hand and squeezes it. Eight says softly, "Wake up, please."