WALLFLOWER

CHAPTER 19

Win's POV

The moment I heard my name... my pet name 'Winnie', I looked up at the person. Only Bright and mother called me that. To say I was shocked, is really an understatement. It was like a tight slap on my face. I can't believe, I was kissing .... Bri... Bright. I didn't know what I am doing here. I was totally wasted, I remember thinking I should get over Bright. But how I ended up.. with Bright... I was shocked beyond belief.

I heard Bright tying to talk to me, trying to stop me. But I couldn't understand why... what ... when ... or anything. I wanted to escape before I do anything I regret later. I never want my mask to tear in front of Bright of all people. I can't afford it.

"I am so sorry. Sorry. I was drunk. Please forgive me." I heard myself say. I was not thinking. I just wanted to escape. So, I turned and ran.

I was not looking, but I did saw the vehicle or at least I saw the light. I was hit. The pain was excruciating but when the impact came, I felt oddly at ease like I need not think anymore, like I could simply go to sleep.

As I was falling asleep, I heard a heart wrenching scream some were nearby. The voice felt oddly familiar too but couldn't really place it. I heard footsteps and some one calling me in panic. But I didn't want to wake up, this sleep is very beautiful and peaceful.

But that voice was really persistent and at the same time had a soothing effect on me. I opened my eyes with lots of difficulty. I saw him looking at me, he was really handsome like always. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt like looking at him forever. I wanted to be in his arms, safe and secure. I tried to move my hands and a pain shot through me. My vision started to blur. I don't want to go back to sleep. I was suddenly afraid I will never see him again if I fall asleep. But a strange blackness was spreading around me, slowly engulfing me in its embrace.
I am glad my last sight was of him.

Bright's POV

I heard my self scream and that voice ... my voice brought me back to the reality. I ran towards him. He was drenched in blood. His pale face was calm and his eyes were fluttering shut. I was scared ... scared to death that I will not be able to see him again if he closes his eyes. I called him, called him till he slowly opened it to look at me. I saw something familiar flash through his eyes. Then I saw fear. I saw him struggle to keep his eyes open and fail.

I started at his face for sometime not knowing what to do .... too afraid to touch him. I felt my hand move to check his pulse which was getting weaker but was still there. I felt relief wash through me, which jerked me back.

After that everything was a blur. The ambulance, the hospital, the doctors, the medical staff, the surgical procedures and the TIME.

I simply sat at the waiting room without any emotion. I was too afraid to think, too afraid of the possibility, the outcome, too afraid to loose him .... again.

Only thing that connected me with the reality is the ring. Win's ring, it's a constant companion of mine now. It felt like win is with me. Always. I have not parted with it after that day. The day everything started going haywire for me.

I clutched the ring even tighter in my hand. It is my lifeline now. It keeps me sane and gives the energy and will, to move forward. It encourages me to make everything right.

'Yes, everything will be alright.' I whispered to no one in particular.

When the doctor came to me to let me know of the result, I was not listening. I was trying my best not to listen. I was afraid that my hopes will be crushed. But one word caught my ears. COMA.
I shook my head to clear my mind. I understood that win is alive but slipped into a coma. I couldn't help but smile, I still have hope. Win is alive.