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I'm Brazilian, my first language is Portuguese. All mistakes are mine (and also, I can forget some word), so thanks for all being patient reading this which will be full of mistakes.
I forgot of answer reviews, but okay, I can answer now:
LOCISVU, I always imagined Myka's father as an ass, I don't know exactly why, but I believe that the way Myka spoke about her father in some episodes make me think that her father was really an ass. There is another note to you at end of the chapter ;)
Claud turned off the cell phone with a worried expression. Pete who was around, soon realized that the situation wasn't really good, if Claud was making that face, it was because the situation was really bad. Even more than the conversation she had on the cell phone wasn't enlightening, Pete had been more worried. Claud kept in the same position with the cell phone in her hand, with the same expression as if trying to assimilate everything.
"Claud, what happened?" - Pete approached Claud.
"There was an accident…"
"Accident? How so?" - Pete started to be despair.
"Myka's car was hit…"
"Claud, Will you please just tell us everything?" - Pete didn't know if he wanted to hear the rest of the sentence, because he began to have the feeling that something bad had happened.
"Myka's car was hit, and she's in hospital for surgery, but it's unknown if she will wake up because of damage." - Claud said feeling tears defy her will, as she saw Pete getting desperate.
"And Helena? She was also in the accident?" - Claud made negative movement with her head, letting the tears flow down her face. She knew she was who would tell Helena about Myka, and she didn't want to tell. Pete realized this through his feelings, something that indicates that Claud was in a difficult situation.
"Claud? Do you want I tell Helena? - Pete asked, hugging Claud. He might not be very close to Claud, but felt the need to comfort Claud. He felt his shirt getting wet as Claud cried.
"I must tell her. I know how she will react after all she did yesterday… She'll be desperate."
"After all she did yesterday?"
"She asked Myka in marriage, Pete. Myka was out all day yesterday because of it. So Helena will be desperate. And I'm the closest person to her, except Myka." - Claud walked away, wiping the tears with the palms of the hand, while Pete was an expression of shock.
Claud walked away, opening the cell phone to dial Helena's number. She entered her room, before dialing the number. While listening to the ringing line, she shut the door, leaning on it and slipping.
"Helena? Sorry for calling at this hour…" - Claud felt the tears coming back to defy her will.
"No Helena… She didn't get here…" - Helena was already beginning to show signs of nervousness on the other side of the line.
"Helena, sit please. What I'm going to say isn't a good thing..."
"Myka suffered an accident. Her car was hit. She was taken to hospital and entered in surgery, but the doctors..." - Claud stopped when she heard the first pain's cry of Helena.
Claud rested her head in hand free while was listening Helena desperate on the other side of the line.
"Helena, please, listen me. Myka is apparently in coma, there is still hope that she wakes up, but she can't wake." - Claud stopped as soon as she heard Helena fade away into a hysterical fit of crying.
Helena couldn't stand to lose someone so close, even if that someone was Myka. It was enough the loss of Christina, by the way, never surpassed. Claud doubly felt bad about having to tell Helena about Myka, and by knowing the pain that Helena was trying to get rid or at least lessen. Helena's past could vanish from the mind, but needing only a spark to all the pain come together at the time, torturing her.
Myka's presence was one of the factors that prevented the existence of a spark for these pains, but any thought about Myka die or abandon her became the spark. And this time, that's what happened.
"Helena, if you want, I'll get you there and go to the hospital. It's the best we can do right now." - Claud suggests when she realized that Helena's cry had dropped a little.
"I know it's difficult, especially after all you did, but it's neither your fault nor Myka, but of the car that hit her. Don't be blaming yourself for this, you couldn't predict."
"Soon, I'll be there, right?" - Claud stood up, turning off her cell phone, leaving the room.
Pete was standing the door worried about the conversation. Claud took the car keys, accompanied by Pete.
xxx One hour after xxx
Helena, Pete and Claud entered the hospital, hoping to find people in the same situation, desperate to have any positive news, or at least, a last spark of hope to cling strongly. Not many people in the waiting room, even as the visiting time was over for many hours, were only those who were admitted to little or even those who were allowed to visit the ICU outside the visiting hours.
Helena was a little calmer, despite a few tears rolling down her face and be supported by Claud when necessary. Pete had gone to the information desk, wanting an update on Myka.
Pete was redirected to the doctor responsible for Myka's case, having a long conversation, what worried Helena and Claud, mainly because of Pete's facial expressions, signaling that not much good news was to come. Pete seemed preoccupied as he approached the two women who tried to prepare for what was coming.
"The surgery was excellent, but for some reason Myka isn't waking, and doctors are conducting tests to determine the level of coma and if there was a sequel." - Pete seemed to be carrying a large bundle to say.
"And… if she wakes?" - Helena asked worried.
"She'll need lots of patience, apparently when the car overturned, a piece of glass caused a lesion in her left arm, and only know the true extent of the injury when she wakes." - Helena looked at the outside of the hospital, wanting to be strong at that time, but knew she couldn't be.
She felt guilty for not trying convincing Myka to stay, because it was fairly late, but Myka said she needed to come back. So many "ifs" were at the head of Helena. So many different ways to end the day. Helena tried to clear the mind, but without success.
"Hey, it wasn't your fault, right?" - Claud realized that Helena was blaming herself.
"I wonder what might have happened if something else had happened. If I had gone with her, if I had convinced her to stay… If any action had been different…" - Claud hugged Helena in an attempt to console. The scene was, to the look of an unknown, slightly different scene: a younger woman trying to comfort an older.
Pete, who was so far standing up, crouched in front of Helena, releasing a long sigh.
"Helena, one thing I learned in Marine was: sometimes, actions can happen without you having a chance to stop. I lost friend on the battlefield for failure, for nervousness, for anything that would allow them to be hit or be injured. I always thought that if I had done something different, something different would happen. But reality doesn't work that way… You know that you can't change the past, for your experience. What we have to do is accept it, or try even it hurts, and try to live in the present." - Pete said with slight pauses during speech.
"If I had not been released, nothing of this would have happened. You would be well. How can that not be my fault?" - Helena returned her gaze to Pete.
"It isn't your fault, because you hadn't the option of choose if you would be released or not, you were introduced in this world. We would be fine, but Myka wouldn't be happy, wouldn't learn how to trust anyone that wasn't me. Claud wouldn't have someone that understands some parts of her pain. I wouldn't be the only person to be worried with Myka. You would still be that person wanting revenge of your daughter's death. Artie would still think that you were a villain. Also, the Regents." - Pete stood up, sitting in the empty chair next to Helena.
"You had several opportunities which many people could kill them for the chance of have those opportunities. You have changed more than we expected, you see, you were the villain who wanted to destroy the world. And today? You are someone's happiness, you're a hero. And you brought security to many towns. So don't blame yourself, all of us here have our part of blame, however it doesn't appear. There is no innocent person."
"All we ever want to change the past, but we know that the past is past and all that is past still in past. We mustn't think about the future, we just try to live the present as best we can. That's life: the days go by, choices, actions and mistakes are made, moments are lived, opportunities seized and thrown outs, and the marks are in the past." - Claud said, remembering the period she had been in a psychiatric hospital.
"I as an author, I should know that the only reality that we can totally manipulate is the reality of words, but still, I can't avoid to have an occasional thought about having a minimal ability to change a past event." - Helena realized the approach of the doctor who Pete talked moments before.
"Sorry for interrupt your conversation, but I came to warn that you all are allowed to visit Myka. I only will ask that you warn the UCI's nurse, because of protocols." - The doctor turned to leave them alone, but was interrupted by Helena.
"How's her state?"
"Her coma is moderate, responds to some stimulus, indicating that she may wake. Excuse me, I need to meet an emergency." - The doctor walked away, vanishing into some of thousands doors of the hospital, leaving them.
Helena stood up, being followed by two others, going to the ICU area. No words were spoken in the way, just looks were exchanged. They just talked briefly with the nurse, about the protocols of visits and rules.
Helena didn't know what to expect, never had been in this situation. She was terrified, desperate, and afraid. Doesn't know if she would see her smile again, to hear her laughter, or even to kiss her again. She still felt guilty, had always had the feeling that it's enough to have someone close to her that a blow of fate would be given by life. They were going so well. The same thought was going through the mind of Helena.
Why it had to happen in the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest?
Claud laid a hand on Helena's shoulder, again, trying to comfort her. Helena has returned to cry, couldn't stop the thoughts away from her mind. Pete simply followed the slow pace of Helena as they approached Myka's room.
The room wasn't one of those which only the door had a small view, but those which the door had a reasonable size windows. Helena stopped in front of this window, letting the tears roll. Myka was with some areas of the face slightly injured due to car window. Also, had bandages on her arms and neck, due to bruises and surgery to remove fragments of glass.
Helena took the courage to enter the room, approaching Myka, watching her. She seemed asleep, but Helena knew she wasn't. She raised her hand stopping it near Myka's face, before looking at Claud and Pete, who just made a positive sign. She began running her finger gently by the contour of the face, avoiding the areas that were slightly injured. Meanwhile Claud put a chair next to Helena. Pete sat on the sofa, resting his face in his hand, but still looking Myka.
Helena's control was short lived. She collapsed in the chair, resting her head on the bed, in a compulsive cry. The pain that raged in her heart was a pain that wouldn't wish on any enemy. It was a lacerating pain that hurt even to the soul. She couldn't live without Myka around, couldn't imagine grabbing a last spark of hope. She needed to feel the presence, something that she doesn't felt there.
xxx One Week after xxx
A week went by dragging; every day seemed one month for Helena who didn't give up of daily pass the hours in the ICU, hoping Myka wakes. Artie and Mrs. Frederic appeared in one of the days, just to give a little moral support. Claud and Pete took turns on visits, but sometimes Helena spent a period alone.
In Helena's vision, the time seemed to be frozen, the people walked back and forth, the machine made the same noise standard, the minutes seemed never walk, the second seemed to have been lost, and the hours seemed to have gone travel. The outside world was still walking, but the inner world had stopped completely for Helena.
Each day that passed only increased the despair of Helena. Each day seemed to say I'm sorry, but she won't return. Also, the same incessant and annoying noise of the machines bothered Helena. Every time she sat in the chair or sofa, it was another improvement to despair. That whole ambient made Helena want to scream in pain.
It was on the 7th day. Helena was reaching the limit of her despair, could no longer endure the anguish that the situation gave her. She sat in her chair, looking Myka, wishing she opened her eyes or at least those machines just did a different whistle. Something that could set fire to the spark of hope remained. Her routine was just sitting in the chair, hoping that something different happened. This time she decided to change. She took with both hands, Myka's hand.
"Darling... please, don't make this to me….Don't leave me, don't leave me alone again in this world. It was hard to regain your confidence. It's hard to live with the loss of my daughter. I don't want to live with the loss of my bride too. I don't want to lose the person that is reason I live." - Helena paused, watching the machines, realizing that nothing had changed; Myka's hand still lifeless.
"It seems strange to talk to someone who supposedly doesn't react to the external ambient, but I no longer know if I have strength to continue to see you in this situation. I can no longer sleep at night, so lacking that you do. The house seems dead without your laughter, without your smell. I can't get up day after day without you near. As I can't imagine living without you, I wish I could but I can't because I love you. And I don't want to lose you…" - Helena had already shifted to Myka's face, not realizing that one of the panels there was slight change.
"We have so many things to do. So many things to live. Don't stop now, please. Don't stop for us. We haven't made so many plans, have many plans combined, so many ideas to live. I can only imagine the future with you. I can't imagine myself anywhere else. All I ask is please, give me a sign that you want to continue waking in my side every day, so I can continue to feed my hope. So I can continue to have hope. Please." - Myka's hand made a slight squeeze on Helena's hand; she didn't know whether it had been impression or real. And again, she felt the same slight squeeze. Helena's first reaction was to call the nurses.
Helena was removed from the room while the nurses did tests to determine if Myka was really showing change in the frame. Helena began to walk back and forth in front of the view, which was closed with curtains. Soon a doctor came into the room. Helena felt her heart racing as anxiety grew by necessity of some response. The doctor left the room a few minutes later.
"She woke?" - Helena couldn't contain in the face of anxiety.
"Fortunately, she woke, but she has some difficulties to move her arm. And she's asking for you." - Helena smiled, and couldn't contain herself again to hug the doctor. By separating, she thanks then entered the room, but stopped at the door.
Myka was slightly confused, feeling some pain in her arm, due to scarring and injury. All the nurses when they saw Helena moved away, leaving the room.
"What happened?" - Myka asked in a voice slightly dry.
"You really remember nothing?" - Helena asked worried.
"With all details no, I remember of the accident, but since then I have no memory until I hear your voice again." - Helena sat in the chair again, holding Myka's hand, caressing.
"You've been in coma for a week. You went into a coma after the hit." - Myka made a worried expression.
"I'm sorry. I imagine you have been, at least, worried." - Myka bit her lower lip.
"Just worried?" - Helena laughed, - "I was almost exploding of despair and anguish. I thought…" - Helena's voice died just thinking about the possibility of Myka didn't wake.
"Hey, that's okay. I'm back. And thank you for not giving up on me so easily."
"I won't give up so easy, especially when you are my bride."
xxx Some days after xxx
Myka had already been discharged, although she still had some difficulties with her left arm, then she will appear in the hospital some days to perfume physical therapy. Helena and Myka agreed to rest at Helena's home, a quieter place than Leena's. The first thing Myka tried to do when arriving at Helena's home was taking a bath. Myka wanted to have a decent bath. Helena decided to stay in the bedroom for any needs.
She picked a book to read, while also paying attention to noises coming from the bathroom. In the beginning was going well, but soon began to hear noises of frustration. Helena stood up, sighing, putting the book back to its place, then going to the bathroom. She noticed Myka fighting to washing her hair, so she took off her shoes, not caring about clothes, opening the shower door, startling Myka.
"Need some help?" - Myka sighed, motioning negative with her head. Helena knew it wasn't true, stepping into the shower with clothes.
"Your clothes…" - Helena interrupted Myka.
"Don't worry darling." - Helena took the bottle of shampoo, - "Don't be afraid to ask for help, right?"
"I'm sorry." - Myka hugged Helena, starting to cry.
"There's no need to apologize. All this isn't your fault. We all have our limitations, or you think that my scars haven't bothered sometimes? Don't be afraid to ask for help, I'm always here to help you."
"I was afraid to ask for help. I don't want to feel frustrated in not getting to bathe alone. And I'm afraid of being dependent on you in some situations." - Myka already controlled a little her tears, although there were some tears defying gravity.
"Darling, I said that I'm always here for anything you need. You aren't perfect. As I said, we all have our limitations." - Helena broke the hug, taking Myka's face with her hand, - "And honestly? I don't care if I have to always help you. I'm your bride; this is part of the package." - A smile came to Myka's lip.
"Now, let me help you." - Myka nodded turning to Helena could soaping her hair.
After having carefully washed Myka's hair, Helena kissed Myka before going out of the shower, but was interrupted by Myka.
"Please stay." - Myka already took Helena's clothes off. Helena pulled Myka for a kiss.
"Are you wanting what I'm thinking?" - Myka laughed with Helena's comment.
"Yes, I miss you."
Okay, this was a chapter that I liked to write, but certainly was not a chapter that I liked to translate (I hate my Word, sometimes it corrects to portuguese, but this chapter it really was correcting everything possible to portuguese.)
LOCISVU, I couldn't let Myka die. Not in this fic. Maybe in another fic I could let her die. I promise that I'm not going to let Myka die, okay? ;)
See ya!