Sun On Sunday

Chapter Six

When I woke up, the same beeping sounds were still there. I didn't know why I expected them not to be there. I was in a hospital for God's sake.

However, this time was different. There was another sound, not related to medial equipment. A noise that only emanates from a human being. That noise is the sound of crying.

Crying is not the right word. It was too loud to be considered crying. Since it was too loud to be considered crying, the sound was obviously too loud to be considered weeping. The better word would be sobbing. What sobbing includes that crying and wheezing doesn't include, is wheezing. I could hear the person wheezing loudly, coupled with their heavy sobs.

I slowly looked up and saw who it was that was sobbing so loudly. It was Vaughn.

He was sitting in a chair in the corner. He had folded in on himself. His head was brought down to his legs and he was holding his face in his hands. I believe that this was meant to mask the sound of his sobbing, but it did not really work.

"Vaughn?" I whispered.

He sniffled and continued to sob into his hands.

"Vaughn?" I asked a little bit louder. He still was not able to hear me.

"Vaughn?" I asked, raising my voice just a little bit more.

This time, he looked up at me. His sobs stopped abruptly with a sharp intake of his breath. He wiped his eyes and sniffled again.

He stood up and slowly walked over to my hospital bed, as if he wasn't sure if it was okay or not. He finally made it to the side of my hospital bed. I made a motion for him to sit down. He cautiously sat towards the very edge. He sat a little too close to the edge, causing him to fall off of the bed. I laughed and so did Vaughn.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

Vaughn stood up and took a seat on the bed again. He sat farther away from the very edge then he did last time. "I'm fine," he replied. "The real question at hand is if you are okay."

"I'm okay. I could be better," I responded.

"Is anything wrong?" he asked.

"Just really tired. How come you were crying before?"

Vaughn sniffled again before responding. "I feel like a terrible person." I could see the tears start to well up in the corners of his eyes. He was keeping them behind the dam but I could see that it was slowly starting to break.

"Why do you feel horrible?"

The dam was breaking again. "It is all my fault."

"What's all your fault?" I asked. It was a stupid question. I already knew the answer to the question.

Vaughn sniffled again. "What you have to go through. It is all because of my stupidity. Stupid record, stupid father, stupid detention. Stupid, stupid stupid!" With that, the dam broke. Vaughn started sobbing uncontrollably.

I placed my hand on his arm. "Vaughn it's okay. Calm down. It's not your fault. It wasn't your cause for my epilepsy in the beginning. You had nothing to do with it."

"But, I was the one who brought it back." Vaughn said in between sobs. His sentence only caused him to sob even louder.

"Vaughn, calm down. I have a question to ask you, but I don't know if you can answer with your sobbing. Please calm down."

He slowly quieted down his sobs. It took a good few minutes, but he finally did quiet down. "What is your question?" he asked.

"How long was I out for?" I asked.

"You recovered quickly," Vaughn proclaimed. "You were only asleep for two days."

I was shocked. That was the shortest amount of time I have been in a coma since the incident. "That's good, I guess."

"Yes, it is."

There was a small awkward silence before I finally spoke again. "Could you possibly get Fay to come in here?"

"I believe so. I think she told me she was going to the cafeteria. I will be back." Vaughn stood up and slowly walked to the door. He was as stiff as a ft. I felt bad for him. There was no reason for him to feel bad. I wasn't going to hold a grudge against him.

That's when I remember that I did hold a grudge against him. I had yelled at him after the first operation. How could I have forgotten about that?
Just then, Fay walked in, accompanied by Vaughn.
"How are you feeling Sunday?" Fay asked. She crossed over from the doorway and sat down on my hospital bed.
"Could be better, could be worse. How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I'm pretty good. Just really worried about you." Fay grabbed my hand and squeezed it. When we were younger, we always did that to let each other know everything was going to be okay.
I squeezed her hand back. "Everything will be okay."
"I know it will, because you still have us. You still have your family and your friends. You have our support, Sunday. Everything will be okay."
I squeezed Fay's hand one last time and then let go. I was trying really hard not to fall asleep at this point. Vaughn seemed to notice that I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
"Why don't we let Sunday get some rest, Fay? Before she said that she was feeling tired. She needs her strength if she's going to be released from the hospital."
"That is very true." Fay turned towards me with a wide smile. "Since you recovered so quickly from this operation, the doctors think you can leave the hospital soon!"
"That's amazing!" I proclaimed. The enthusiasm in my voice wasn't matching the way I felt. Yes, I was excited to be released from the hospital. My main priority at this point was to get some sleep.
"Well, on that exciting note, Vaughn and I will leave you to get some sleep," Fay said. She stood up and walked with Vaughn to the door.
I watched as they opened the door and walked out. As they shut the door, my eyes shut as well and I drifted off to sleep.