Love Sleep

Hospital

9/8/2011. It's the one day I'll always remember;the one day I will always regret. I spent two days immobilised in my hospital bed. I was refused any information about Georgina until I was released. It was a living hell every waking second I couldn't see my Georgie. I knew she'd had it worse otherwise they would have told me. I refused to acknowledge it, but I knew she was not going to be the same.

They performed tests on me, X-Rays and exercises, but it was just a temporary distraction, there was no numbing my longing to hear her voice and see that contagious smile. Two days. Two whole days I couldn't see Georgina. I would have done anything to know she'll make it.

The two days were up, I was aloud to go home, just a break in my left arm and a concussion, I was ok.

I wish I could say the same about Georgie.

I pestered the nurse that had tended to me until I got given the room number. I remember her words clearly, "alright, ok! Her room is 227 in ward C. Don't worry kiddo, I've seen many come in like this, life support an' all but she'll be fine."
Life support. I was right. My poor Georgie was so much worse than me.

2 more lefts and along the halls. 227 clearly etched into the door. I took a deep breath in, out, in. I knocked twice sharply on the door. A doctor opened the door a crack. He seemed reluctant to let me see inside. I could see her mother, Katherine, in a chair and clutching Georgina's hand. Georgina wasn't moving. "Excuse me but do you have any business here?" I wasn't listening, too fixed on my gorgeous Georgie, her vibrant strawberry blonde hair now limp around her face, the breathtaking smile gone, gone..."Sir?"
"Oh sorry I...that is my girlfriend th-there I was in the crash with her I was wondering if I could..." I trailed off and gestured into the room. He nodded solemnly and opened the door for me to enter. Katherine turned to look, her face was grey with fatigue, I could tell she hadn't slept. "Kathy...Kathy what's wrong with her tell me, please." I could feel the tears surfacing. She didn't tell me, didn't want to. "Kathy...please."
"No. I do not know what is wrong with this child, nor am I related to her."
"Katherine..." The doctor pleaded "Katherine you can't just disown your daughter because she's in a coma!"
"I refuse to pay for her hospital bills, and I don't have to if she isn't in my care." With that, she left and the doctor sighed, I knew this wasn't the first time he'd experienced this. "I shall leave you and her alone for a while, she can hear you so talk to her and keep her company, she'll appreciate it." And with that he left. Shakily, i limped over to the bed and sat in a vacant chair next to her, to my poor Georgie and took her hand. I took a writing pad I found on the unit and began to write. The days following were to horrible to recount so attached here are the letters, I wrote one each day, pouring my heart and soul into the words that I hope Georgina will someday read.
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