To Let You Go

3. Why do wounds heal slow?

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't posted a new chapter in a month, my mental health wasn't the best. :/

The human body is interesting. It reacts to situations, mainly to help us stay alive.. I suppose.

It was tunnel vision. My body has removed my capability to feel. Then, all at once, everything comes rushing back. The panic, her, frantically trying to gain control, the sound break, the cut.. almost like a movie scene. My head won't move, but I can see her. She doesn't look..

alive.

What do I do?

I scream, and everything goes black.

Someone found us and called the police. After seeing the photos, I'm surprised they found us, you really have to look over the road into the ditch to even get a slight glimpse of the wreckage. Lying in this hospital, I realize my happiness is Gia. I open my eyes and I see my parents.

"Leslie, sweetheart." I look over at my dad, holding my mom in his arms. These people are my family, and they try to bring me happiness. I just never let them. The sad thing is, I couldn't figure out why. He takes a hold of my hand, reassuring me that I'm safe and that I'm being taken care of.

"Dad, the car- it just- we were driving and-" I attempted to spill out my head's spinning thoughts. Trying with every last bit of energy in my body, to tell my part of the horrific events that unfolded in the morning.

"We know. You are going to be okay, everyone is safe." My mom cuts in, trying her best to calm me. A look of sorrow spread across her face. We both know what I'm about to ask next, and frankly, I'm not even sure I want to know the answer. I can't speak. I stare at them and their eyes fade into such a sadness that my heart feels like it's about to explode. Gia is the one who is not okay. She wasn't awake when we crashed.
"Oh my god is she-" I start to frantically ask before a Nurse and a Doctor walk in.
"Leslie, I'm Doctor Gomez, an emergency medical specialist," introducing himself with a pep in his step.
"You've got a couple of broken ribs, which is the worst of your injuries. Consider yourself lucky, because we've had trauma's come in from people in your exact situation. Those cases were not as pretty." He smiles at me as though I came in for a cold and not for a car crash on a below zero winter morning.
"Thank you so much doctor," my mom coveys. She looks down at me and runs a hand through my hair.
The doctor leaves after confirming my discharge in two hours. This is not the end to my happy little story, I feel no relief, no contentment over what wonderful news he's given my family. I feel nothing but agony.
"Mom?" I say. She looked into my eyes, her brows furrowed. With a deep sigh, she pulls the hospital chair up to my bed, preparing herself to unveil Gia's current state. There's a sinking in my stomach, telling me this news is going to be far from acceptable.
"Baby, Gia got hit really hard on impact. She is really hurt, really sick. She also had some broken ribs but she has a whole list of other issues. They discovered punctured lungs and a really bad spinal injury. She's been in surgery since you two got here. There's a good chance she won't even wake up, and if she does, there's also a good chance she will never walk. I'm sorry Leslie." Her gaze softened, with a motherly attempt at comfort.

"I'd like to be left alone for a bit please."