The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 55: She's back..?

By now, it was around 1 in the afternoon.
Loki had been sitting around all day, just waiting.
And everybody else, well, they got on with their day.

Loki continued to hold her hand, not wanting to see leave her alone.
What if she woke up, and nobody was there? He thought.
He thought about asking her something again, to pass the time. But what would he even ask? It'd only be a yes or no question.

Loki's POV...
I felt a bit of guilt in this situation.
If I had never tried to help her with her father situation, she wouldn't have kept me in her closet to hide.
Why did I try to help?
If I never stayed in her closet to hide, I wouldn't have been caught.
If I hadn't gotten caught, I wouldn't have to force her to leave with me. If that's what happened.
And if she didn't leave with me, she wouldn't be in a coma.
"Forgive me, for all this happens to be my fault." Loki says.
I wasn't waiting for a response, because I didn't expect one.
What would she do, answer with a yes or no?
"Do you forgive me?" I ask her, this time waiting for a response.
I liked when I got a response from her, really.
I don't know why, of course it means nothing though..
But she didn't respond.
I waited, and waited.
Why wouldn't she respond?
"Do you still hear me?" I ask her.
I waited for some sort of response.
What if she didn't respond? What if she couldn't hear me anymore? What if she couldn't move anymore?
What if she was getting worse?

She didn't respond.
She had responded so much earlier, why wouldn't she now?
Does she not want to talk to me?
Or could she really not hear me anymore?
"Sarah? Do you hear me?" I ask her, again.
Is this my fault?
Did I do something for her not to be able to respond anymore?
What would someone else say when they tried to get her to respond?
Would they blame me, and think I hurt her?
Would they lock me up again?

I start to panic.
Do I tell someone?
Or do I let it go?
Of course, I can't let it go. But I don't know about telling somebody.
They could blame me.
"Please, respond to me." I say.
But she doesn't respond.
And for some insanely odd reason, something now wrong with my eyes I suppose, my eyes start to tear up.
I'd have to get my heart and my eyes checked...
It's quite odd.

I check her pulse, to see if she's still breathing.
And she is, thank goodness.
But it seemed a bit slower than it was last time I checked.
"Listen to me, if you can. I need you to respond. I cannot lose you, you are all I have left." I tell her, hopeful she could hear me.
But she doesn't do a thing.
Was she dying?
What was happening to her?
I'm sure it could be nothing, but what if it is something?
...
Sarah's POV again...
He still held my hand, and I was happy about that.
It made me feel like someone cared.
Sure, maybe two other people cared, but nobody stayed by my side this entire time except him.
Well, he didn't exactly have a choice, but I was still grateful I guess.
It was quite nice how he didn't let go of my hand.
I like knowing if someone's with me.
But he didn't speak much.
"Forgive me, for all this happens to be my fault." I hear him say, quietly.
What?
It's not his fault, if anything, it's mine.
I put this on myself. I let him help me.
"Do you forgive me?" He asks.
And I'm about to squeeze his hand, but I can't do it anymore.
I try.
I try so hard.
I really do.
Why wasn't it working? Why couldn't I do it anymore?
And suddenly, instead of being in some sort of dream, all I could see is black.
But it's still a dream, I just can't see.
This was weird.
"Do you still hear me?" I could hear him say, but I couldn't do anything.
His voice was getting quieter.
"Sarah? Do you hear me?"
Yes, I do.
But just barely.
Please, respond to me."
I can't.
"Listen to me, if you can. I need you to respond. I cannot lose you, you are all I have left."
And with this, I try to squeeze his hand so hard.
But it doesn't work.
I'm trying my best, to let him know I could hear him. But absolutely nothing is working.
I felt him check my pulse, too.
I wait to hear something else, but I can't tell if he's talking or I just can't hear him anymore. I can't hear him anymore. I can't hear anything anymore. But I can still feel his hand in mine. But that's about it.
I feel a drop of water fall on my hand.
Except it probably wasn't water. It was a tear, I think.
Now I really need to get up. I'm scaring him.
And honestly, I'm scaring myself.
I think about waking up, from this weird dream.
I think about it as if it could happen.
I try to hear again.
I try to feel anything but my hand again.
I could only feel my hand.