The Love We Deny ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 39 - Waiting

As I looked into the bathroom mirror, I could barely recognize myself. The dark circles beneath my eyes were proof of my insomnia, my hair hadn't been brushed in days. Luckily Alisson had forced me into taking a shower yesterday so I probably didn't smell like an old sock anymore.

It's been a week.

Kyle had made progress, but he wasn't out of the woods just yet. The doctors removed the artificial coma yesterday but explained that considering the time he had needed to stay under there was a risk he would never regain consciousness.

I had a lot of time to think this week, and I chose to be positive. If somehow the good vibes I harbored could transfer to him then I would take all the chances I could get.

"How are you feeling today?" Marketa asked as she walked into the bathroom. Picking up a brush, she started battling with my hair. The girls had been staying with me this week, only leaving my side for mandatory practices. They had closed the shop. "Priorities," Marketa and Alisson had answered when I told them they didn't have to.

"Same, same," I answered feeling empty. I'd spent most of the week sitting in the waiting room and asking for updates every few hours on his condition. I'm sure the nurses were fed up with me. Especially since the answer was mostly 'No changes'.

At some point, the girls convinced me to go home and try to get some sleep. Apparently, I looked and smelled like dirt. They had a point. I didn't want this to be the person he saw when he woke up.

"Alisson is making breakfast, we'll head out afterward to the hospital," I nodded as I gave her a weak smile. Marketa walked out and headed for the kitchen while I kept watching myself. "Today is the day, he's going to wake up," I said out loud, hoping the words would come true.

I took a few minutes to apply some makeup, instantly feeling like I looked a little brighter. Once I was satisfied, I headed for the kitchen. I watched as Alisson moved around preparing some bacon, omelets, and pancakes. Surprisingly Alisson had been a bright star in my gloomy days.

It's like the situation had been some kind of a shock to her that had placed her back on the right path. She had been feeling more joyful and I was starting to see a glimpse of the woman I met so many months ago. It was a beautiful change to witness.

"You look happy," I noted as I smiled at her. She smiled back at me as she placed some pancakes onto my plate.

"I have a good feeling about today, and you know I have an instinct for this," she said before both Marketa and I laughed. "Okay fine, so my instincts aren't always on point." She chuckled.

"Not always?" Marketa asked in disbelief. "Girl, the last time you said that you thought our college friend was pregnant. Let's just say she wasn't and the conversation went extremely awkward. Especially when you tried to camouflage what you said by suddenly announcing to people I was pregnant and that you mistook the names," Marketa continued.

"You're never going to let me forget that one are you?" Alisson said as she shook her head. Both girls could laugh about this now, but I could tell it had been a source of tension in the past.

"Thanks, girls," I voiced out of the blue. They had spent the week by my side trying to make me smile and laugh. I was lucky to have friends like them.

They sandwiched me between their hug, squeezing me tightly.

"We're always here for you," Marketa confirmed.

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The wait was insufferable. I could understand waiting in a line or for your food delivery to arrive but waiting or something that might not be coming any time soon was nerve-wracking.