Nothing Left

What have I done?

*Cassidy's POV*
When I open my eyes I feel a pain in my chest as though someone's sitting on top of me and I can barely breathe. Every part of my body aches and there's shattered glass piled all around me. I can barely move my body but I turn just enough to see my sister in the seat next to me, her body lifeless. I feel tears well up in my eyes instantly and I begin to scream but no sound escapes my lungs, just heavy breaths. Ahead of me is a semi truck, or the remains of one at least. The entire front of the truck is smashed to pieces and I can't see anyone in it. Whoever was driving it must have gone for help while I was still unconscious.

I spend the next 15 minutes or so sobbing silently and whispering to myself over and over again,
"What have I done?"
I should have listened to Mikaelah, we should have stayed at the mall. But instead I was ignorant and went ahead and now my sister might not even be alive. At the thought of my sister being dead I let out another heavy sob. This time I feel it in my chest and it feels as though I've been punched and the breath is knocked out of me and I drift back into blackness once again.

I wake up in a hospital bed with about 4 different tubes running up my arms pumping liquid into my veins. I have breathing tubes in my nose and a cast covering my entire left leg. Every part of my body aches. I spot a doctor in the corner of the room jotting something down on a clipboard. I hear the slow beep of a lifeline machine to my right. I shift my leg slightly and the doctor's attention shifts towards me. She looks fairly young, with long, shiny blonde hair and only a light amount of makeup on her clear skin. She can't be much older than 20.
"You're awake!" She exclaims, a hint of relief in her voice.
"How long have I been out?" I question quietly, unable to raise my voice higher than a whisper.
"About 2 weeks," she replies calmly, "we were beginning to worry. Your sister's in the next room over but she isn't awake yet."
And then I break out into sobs once again. I'm awake, but I still don't know if Mikaelah is even alive. The doctor sits next to me on the bed and rests her arm on my shoulder in a gentle attempt to comfort me.
"Listen Cassidy," she says calmly, "this accident is not your fault. You had no way of knowing that car was going to lose control and swerve into your lane. And there's still every possibility that Mikaelah will wake up. A very large percentage of coma victims take more than 2 weeks to recover. Relax"

As much as I know the doctor was attempting to comfort me, I don't feel better at all.
"It was my fault," I sob, "she told me not to drive and I did. She kept telling me over and over again that it was a bad idea but I still did. And what if she doesn't wake up? It will all be my fault. How am I supposed to live with that. She's my twin sister, my other half, how can I ever live a life knowing I could have stopped her death? HOW?" I yell through tears, my voice shaky.
The doctor takes my hand and looks me dead in the eye.
"She isn't dead Cassidy. And you can't just go looking for the worst possible ending, have some hope. You can't worry about these things right now. You have no idea what the outcome will be yet, so just hope for the best. I'm going to get your parents to come in here and talk to you." With that she stands up and starts to walk away. As she reaches for the door handle she turns on her heel and looks at me once again.
"Oh, and I'm Heather. Call for me if you need anything," she states before opening the door and heading for the waiting room.

I play Heather's words over in my head about a million times as I wait for her to come back with my parents and I realize she's absolutely right. I can't sit around crying all day because my sister might die. I have no idea if she'll wake up and until I do I've got to hope for the best. I take a deep breath and dry my eyes just as I hear the door open and my parents run into the room, squeezing me into a tight hug from either side. My mother's eyes are red and puffy, a clear sign that she's done little other than cry for the past 2 weeks and my dad looks as though he's aged about 5 years with his tired looking eyes and the dark purple circles beneath them. I feel a pang of guilt in my chest knowing I caused this distress for them.
"Cassidy baby we were so worried," my mom exclaims through tears. My dad just nods in agreement, still holding tight to me as though I might disappear if he let go.
"I'm sorry." Is all I can get out. It's all I can think of. I'm sorry I made them so worried, I'm sorry their other daughter may never wake up, I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I'm sorry I could quite possibly have just destroyed our family. I'm just sorry.

Neither of them respond at first, we all just sit awkwardly, all piled into a tiny hospital bed. My mother is the first to speak.
"You don't have to be sorry Cass. I know what you're feeling right now but it's really not your fault."
Then my dad speaks, a little less comfortingly.
"You really should have waited at the mall though honey. It isn't your fault but next time please consider your actions before you take them."
At first I'm slightly upset. My own father isn't trying to comfort me, he's basically blaming it all on me. But then I rethink everything and realize he's right, and I really shouldn't be so stubborn.
"Yeah... Well you guys should go check on Mikaelah, I'm just going to relax a little and then I'll join you. I want to see how she's doing," I inform my parents, holding back tears. I don't want them to see me cry, they've gone through enough these last 2 weeks, the least I can do is pretend to be okay.