Fool's Gold

Chapter 30

Grace's POV
I was so excited to finally be out of my induced coma but I still knew that things could go terribly wrong. All I remember from the car accident was a throbbing pain running through my whole body. After that everything was dark. A lot of people say that during an induced coma some people can still hear things. For me this was true, I heard everything that the doctors said and more important what Nick said. I heard him cry himself to sleep every night. I wanted to be conscious so I could tell him that everything was going to be alright, but I couldn't. I knew that as soon as I was out of the coma he put on a brave face, trying to make me feel better. As much as I appreciated him doing this, I still wanted him to be able to express his feelings. I knew how hard it was to bottle them up inside until you reach a point where you can't take it anymore.

Everyday that went by, I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of me dying. I knew that it was only a small chance but no matter what I did, it still happened to cross my mind. I wondered how some of my close ones would deal with it. They would get over it after a while but I'm sure that the suddenness of it would create a huge impact.

I was spending my usual day with Nick when I felt an intense and severe pain spread throughout my chest. I felt light headed and I couldn't handle it,
"Nick, get the doctor. I don't feel well," Nick went into a sudden panic mode and raced out of the door, screaming for a doctor to come into my room straight away. He came back in and stood next to me,
"I love you," Nick said in the most gentle tone I could ever imagine. We made eye contact. A single tear ran down his cheek. I realised the pain that he was feeling,
"I love you," I replied to Nick, knowing that these could be the last words I ever said to him. The pain was becoming more unbearable and I couldn't help but clench my fists until my knuckles went white. These could be the last moments of my life, spent in agony. I suddenly remembered something that I had done and thought that it was the beset decision I had ever made. I had written a letter to all of my loved ones. They all had a special message (Nick's was the longest). A doctor hurried into the room and asked me what was wrong. I told him about my pain and they told me that I was going to be put in another induced coma. Nick was holding my hand, every second of the way. Whenever they would attach yet another tube to me or inject me with mysterious liquids, he would give my hand a reassuring squeeze. This was why I loved him. Before I knew it, the medicine had kicked in and I was in a coma. Darkness was the only thing I could see.