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45. Too late to save

Ballice's POV

"What the..." I smack my head when I look around my surroundings.

I've never seen someone so stupid before. I don't know how I ended up sleeping at the same spot where I parked my car yesterday. It's broad daylight, so I try catching a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror, I end up flinching and scooting back.

I look dead. I should be really. I've no purpose in this life after all.

I have large eye bugs underneath my eyes and my eyes are almost dark, so scary. My face lacks colour but that's the least of my concern. My concern is the phone which is blaring with messages beside me.

I wonder how it's battery hasn't died yet since yesterday. I decide to take a glimpse on one of the messages from my mother. She might be just  worried.

I open the first message from her,

Momma: Jesus Christ, Tleigh isn't dead. That was a nurse giving another patient's details to a doctor, did you even check your time? It wasn't even five yet! You're so pessimistic!

What...

Okay I should calm down. But...

Wait...

Why am I crying again?

The last pieces of my heart are somehow amassing and I feel like I have a working heart again and it's palpitating so loud, my ears are hissing, my nose is running, my teeth are chattering and I can't stop the waterfalls literally.

This is a new sensation.

And I think I've never heard the best news in my life just as when I open my last message,

Momma: Tleigh opened her eyes where are you? I'm so worried!

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Tleigh's POV

The surrounding, people... everything is new.

And every part of my body hurts.

I have no idea how long I've been floating and I feel like my head is buzzing, it's a haze filled with too much light.

I feel darkness pulling me again and I trying pulling myself out of that Oblivion.

I feel a void. Voices are reaching towards me, unfamiliar new voices which seem too far away to hold.

"It's God's grace... She's going to need... It'll take time before she..."

It's too much... I can't help it. The pain. So I let that darkness engulf me once again.

I fight to open my eyelids but they're too heavy. My head is throbbing and my eyes water from too much light. This time my vision is a lot more clear when I gaze around.

Everything is white and it hurts. The walls, the curtains, the equipments... I'm in the hospital!

And when I look up I see, ice blue orbs gazing at me. I bet those eyes are beautiful they just lack warmth. But nevertheless, they're so beautiful. For a moment there, I forget about my throbbing brain as I admire the guy with the beautiful eyes. He looks so sad. I can see it.

The guy is sitting next to my bed and I wonder why he seems to be in so much pain than I am in.
I want to erase it. He seems too broken. I try to talk but the tubes in my nose scratch my throat.

He sees my struggle which makes him breakdown. Tears are streaming down his cheeks and that makes me frown. I feel like crying too. I don't even notice my damp cheeks. It seems like I've been crying all along maybe.

I want to take his pain and top it over mine. I try to raise my hand and wipe his tears but I can't. My throat is dry too so I don't know how I can help this handsome guy. As if he senses my struggle, he dries his tears with his hoodie and then he leans closer and kisses my damp cheeks.

I smile internally. I can't even move my lips and show him that I'm grateful. He then smooths his thumb over my cheeks and then his beautiful voice says,

"I'm so so so sorry." I feel his damp hair on my cheek as he breaks down again.

Why is he sorry?

Tears blind my vision as I realize I can't console him. I feel darkness pulling me again, stronger this time. And I can't be with him longer. I'm struggling to be with him, watch his beautiful but tearful eyes or just feel the familiar sensation that comes with his close proximity and touch.

He moves his face closer until our foreheads touch. The darkness dulls for a moment and I feel his breath. His touch on my fingers. And then I feel something in my heart. I try remembering him but it's too hard.

I feel the darkness tugging me again, everything is draining out, he's fading altogether with the tubes connected to me.

And I try opening my mouth,

"Who...who... a...ar..you?" It takes all my energy to let out.  But I'm so weak and as the emotions...energy... Memories and life drain out of me, he says something but it's too late. The last thread breaks and not even him can save me...

Too late to save...

Ballice's POV

It's been a week now. A week of sorrow and pain. A week of agony. A week since Kellane fell into a comma.

I know I shouldn't be feeling guilty, I shouldn't be blaming myself, I shouldn't be beating myself too much. But I can't help it.

I told Mr Smith everything excluding the part where her daughter found me screwing that ... Yeah that bitch, and surprisingly enough, he didn't make a fuss about it. He said he understood and he has been letting me look after her daughter when he's not around.

Everyone is broken. Her brother Lodzin is literally damaged. Her best friends are loosing it and they're blaming me for it. More especially Tiffany who has been going a lot more crazy.

I don't even want to think about the baby. But when her friends heard about it, that's where they started loosing it. They blame themselves for being so dumb since she had shown the signs earlier. They went on and about, saying how she could puke out of nowhere sometimes, how she lost weight in the first month, how she started eating a little too over her normal rate later. The few times I'd seen her, I saw change in her too.

Oh my God. She was too young. I literally damaged her.

Her friends blame me for putting her through it all, right from Odessa's threats to the accident which happened because she had come to tell me the news about the baby...they couldn't be more right. More reason to why I can't stop blaming myself.

I feel the type of emotional pain that I could happily trade with  physical pain which is five times it. I wish I was the one on that bed instead.

Odessa was taken to the city jail three days ago after she failed to defend herself. My dad and Mr Smith made sure that she'll have to face a life imprisonment. She had too many judges, starting from stealing me from Mom when I was a kid, robbing dad, everything she did to Kellane and unfortunately she was a drug trafficker.

I know Mr Smith is loosing it but he's trying his best to be strong for his son. Everyone is greatly affected by kellane's accident and how I wish, we all slept for one night and wake up to everything being normal as it used to be.

I just want everything to go back to normal, I don't want to be sitting on her bed, watching the hideous tubes connected to her and how she is struggling to breath, fighting to stay with us.

Even in the hospital bed, she still manages to be the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on.

At this moment, if I was asked to make a single wish, it'll be, be okay again Kellane, young, jovial and so full of life.

When the doctor said that her chances are fifty for waking up and fifty for dying, I vouched for the fifty which is for waking up because what?

She's a strong woman and she'll literally fight for her life in the best sense she knows how.

Tbc...