Wistful

Chapter 37 - Lily Is An Insecure Bitch

(Kadynce's POV)

One Week After Halloween Party

"Hi, Nix." I pouted, sadly. "How are you feeling today? I know the doctor said that you are doing good, and he thinks that you'll be waking up soon." I looked up at Zayne with a small smile.

He sat across from me, on the other side of Nixon's bed.

We came up to the hospital together, it's something that we have been doing several times a week. The doctor said that Nixon has been doing a lot better and Daddy told me that Nixon spoke to me for the first time the day I woke up from my coma.

So, I'm hoping it'll be the same for him.

Sometimes, I swear, I see Nixon's eyelids flickering as if he's trying to open his eyes but never does.

"Yeah, man." Zayne continued, frowning. "Open your eyes, we miss you so much. Red's almost ready to give birth to your babies, and she needs your knuckle-headed ass home." He chuckled a bit.

I giggled.

Squeezing Nixon's hand, I spoke. "Zayne has been taking good care of us while you've been gone." I beamed. "Jesse and Drix too. They are the best friends that anyone could ever ask for. I love them so much."

"Because I know you'd kill us if we didn't." Zayne winked at me. "Kidding, they're not so bad."

I snickered, rolling my eyes.

Just then, on the hand I was holding, Nixon's fingers twitched. "Oh my God!" I hopped up from my seat, which wasn't as difficult as it's been lately. "Zayne, his fingers are moving." I gasped.

Opening my hand I showed him, but that wasn't all, Nixon's eyelids were fluttering so much, they were even slightly open.

"Whoa." Zayne stood up and stepped back.

The feeling of hope gathered in my chest as I tightly clung to this moment. It was almost like I was holding my breath as I waited for his eyes to open or for him to sit up, look at me, and tell me that he loves me.

"Nixon, listen to my voice." I called to him, still holding his hand but now stepping up to caress his face. "Please come back to us, we miss you so much."

Zayne continued, coming back to his other side, taking his hand. "We are right here."

As soon as the last word left Zayne's mouth, Nixon's opened his eyes.

He laid there and he blinked several times, unmoving, and staring up at the ceiling. He was so still that it looked as if he wasn't breathing.

"Nix?" I whimpered, squeezing his hand again. I almost passed out to see his beautiful smokey blue eyes again, I haven't seen them for so long. "Are you okay?"

Slowly, he turned to look at me, his expression was blank. He didn't even look like he recognized me but then he broke out into the most breathtaking smile.

"Ace..." He croaked; his voice was barely there.

It was only a whisper.

I whimpered with emotion as it has been so long since I have heard that name— since I heard his voice, it feels like centuries have passed.

"Nixon, are y—"

Just when I was about to ask him if he's okay, his eyes immediately and violently rolled to the back of his head. They rolled so far back that I could mostly only see the white of his eyes. His feet and hands curled up almost painfully, his muscles visibly tensed and stiffened under his skin. Nixon's body began pulsing and jerking violently as foamy spit began coming from his mouth; he was having a seizure.