So did anyone see that picture of Otis from Melissa's instagram account? ADORABLE! Funny, my aunt's dogs name was Otis too.

72. Say Something.

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God Ryder hated that sound. He hates the damn annoying sound from that stupid yet wonderful machine. That stupid machine mocked him, reminding him that the person it was hooked up too was still in a deep coma. For how long? Not sure, it's a coma. She's already been in the coma for three days and he has never left her side at all. Not even once. Not even to use the toilet, he' avoided food and drinking to prevent bathroom breaks. But then he loved the machine because it reminded him that she was very well still alive and, maybe if a miracle worked, she would awaken.

It takes a miracle though.

Ryder gazed at the brunette goddess and couldn't help but smile. Yes, it was depressing looking at her hooked up to a machine with tubes up her nose, but she looked so beautiful. Just as always she's beautiful to him no matter how she looks to him. He brushed a piece of her hair back again even though it was already brushed back. Just touching her hair made him feel better. Her very soft brown hair felt a little dry from lack of washing it but he loved touching it. And even though she had some wrinkles from smoking cigarette her skin was so soft and beautiful to him.

Marley Rose. The goddess of beauty.

"I love you," Ryder whispered to Marley. "I know you can hear me."

Nothing.

Ryder heard a knock on the door and saw it was Finn. Finn and the other guys got the call from Ryder three days ago, as soon as Ryder and Lark arrived at the hospital, and soon enough the rest of the Glee club heard about Marley's emergency problem. Mr. Schue said he would fly out in a few days and the rest will keep texting/skyping with everyone in New York to get updates on Marley. They got in contact with Minnie, who was worried as shit when she heard that and asked if there was anything she could do for now. Ryder said nothing now, but if Minnie had to report the accident. Minnie told him that Marley's social worker might already know, from the New York hospital calling her number since she is Marley's social worker... but then bitched that she, her guardian, had to hear it from RYDER and not NEW YORK HOSPITAL herself.

"Hey Ry, how's it going?" Finn asked.

"Nothing's changed." Ryder reported.

"Have you slept? Or eaten anything?" Finn asked coming in closer.

"No." Ryder said, never losing eye contact on Marley's face. "I can't. I want to be here when she wakes up."

"Why don't you take a break. I'll watch her for a while."

"I want to stay."

"You need a break Ryder. Go get some food in the cafeteria and then come back here to take a nap. If something happens between then I'll call you asap."

"I want to stay." Ryder repeated.

"Ryder, go take a break." Finn literally pulled Ryder off the chair and pushed him away from Marley. Ryder kept trying to look at Marley. "Go get lunch, use the bathroom, come back and use the couch outside of the room to take a nap. I promise I will let you know if anything happens. I promise."

Ryder knew Finn was right. He had to eat and get some rest so he was fully good for her when she came out of the coma.

"Thanks dude."

"No problem." Finn said.

Once Ryder was gone Finn took his place on the chair, looking at her. Marley was like Finn's little sister so he really had deep bad emotions to this. He wished he had tried harder to stop this from happening. Go to her apartment and not leave until Marley was done. But he knew addiction were hard to get over. He's seen and read stories about it.

"Hey Marley," Finn spoke to her as if she was alert and looking at him. "When you get out of this coma you and I are going to watch that Judy Garland movie you mentioned once to my Mom. That one with the song Easter Parade. I want to watch that but only if you're with me so you need to come out of this coma." He said. "My Mom wants you to visit her and go clothes shopping with her when you get back to Lima. Don't make my Mom depressed Marley."

Nothing happened.

"Wake up, Marley."

Down the hallway Ryder sat in the orange chair glaring at his food in disgust. The mashed potatoes looked like shit, the peas looked like shit, the grilled cheese sandwich looked like shit, the carrots looked like shit. His soda had the flavor of shit in it too. All of it was complete shit to him.

He pushed the tray away from him and dug out his phone. His parents texted him, asking how Marley was, but he ignored them just to look at his photos. He clicked on the album entitled: Marley and Me. He smiled, remembering when he told her the album title name and she rolled her eyes. The album showed all the pictures of him and Marley; some friends send to him that they had taken and some selfies the two of them took together. She looked so beautiful in them all.

Ryder caught a glimpse from the top of his eyes, the orange tray being pushed back towards him. He looked up some more and saw Lark standing there looking back at Ryder. Ryder looked away from him.

"Come on Ry, you have to eat this stuff."

"Not hungry."

"You haven't had anything for three days. Eat something."

"I'm not hungry Lark. Get away from me, asshole."

"Look I get it you're pissed at me but you have to eat something." Lark explained.

Ryder rolled his eyes before going back to his phone. Within a few seconds Ryder's phone was taken away, resulting in him standing up quickly (knocking the chair over) and screaming at Lark. "What the hell!?"

"You eat this food right now and you'll get the phone back."

"I'm not hungry! So give me the damn phone back!"

"Ryder Lynn, eat the damn food."

"Fuck the food!"

"Ryder!"

Ryder punched Lark in the face. Lark released the phone and Ryder caught it in his hand. He turned away and left back for the hospital room. He can't get over it. It's Lark's fault that Marley is like this. It's his fault she's in a coma. It's all his fault.

He still can't forget three days ago when they got back to the apartment.

The cousins got back to the apartment Lark and Marley had been living in during their time in New York. They knocked but she didn't answer. Lark dug out his keys and placed them inside of the door hole and opened it. "Marley?"

No response.

"She might be out getting food." Lark said. "She'll be back soon."

"Right." Ryder said as he observed the place. It smelled like shit, cigarettes and weed all over the place and pizza boxes thrown all over the place. "Lots of take out."

"Dude, having pizza when you're high is awesome." Lark said.

Lark told Ryder where the bedroom was, to put his bags away, while he opened a few windows. Ryder followed down the small hallway to the bedroom door. It was cracked open a bit so Ryder had to push it open further. He pushed it and turned the light on...and went pale as hell.

"MARLEY!"

Ryder shook off the memory. He didn't want to remember what he saw. Marley's body on the ground, a bottle of empty vodka in her hands, a needle in her arm and a lighter in her other hand. Faced down, body crooked awkwardly. Her heart beat fainting slowly and only every few seconds, but not responding. Lark ran into the room when he heard Ryder and as Ryder, remembering first aid stuff, began pumping Marley's heart with is hands to get her heart beating faster, Lark called 911. The ambulance was there within five minutes and took her away. The last thing Ryder saw was a tube being pushed down her throat and some gunk being removed from her stomach.

When they arrived Ryder was uncontrollable and couldn't focus on anything, he just wanted to see Marley. Lark took on the adult role (for once in his life, in Ryder's mind) and calmed Ryder down and not only gave the hospital staff Marley's information (hometown, guardian, blood type, ect) but also got some information to tell Ryder. Ryder, once soothed down, heard it and was relifed that Marley was saved, but depressed when the word 'coma' came up.

If Lark hadn't introduce Marley to all of this stuff, she would still be fully awake.

Fuck Lark.

Ryder slept on the couch for three hours. Nothing changed. When he woke up he went into the room and took his seat back. Alone in the room with Marley again, Ryder held her hand and kept his eyes on her beautiful face.

"Hey beautiful," Ryder softly said. "I've heard of beauty sleep, but I think you've had a little too much now. How 'bout you wake up tomorrow morning and we'll go see a movie. Anything you want."

Nothing happened.

"Marley? Please wake up. It's been three days. I'm not mad at you for drinking and smoking and taking drugs, I'm not mad. I just don't like seeing you like this. Please wake up."

Nothing happened.

"Say something, Marls. Say anything." Ryder pleaded. "Please?"

Nothing happened. Marley's machine kept beeping and she didn't open her eyes even one mere minute.

"Marley please don't give up. Please wake up, please. It's been three days. Most people would of woken up by now, please wake up. I don't want to have give up on you. Please. Please wake up."

Ryder
Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble & fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye

Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something..