Happier Than Ever (Adoption story, 3rd book)

Movements

It's been a week since Brendon was put into this situation. Nothing really changed. He's still unconscious and has flatlined once during this whole week.

He hasn't really squeezed my hand ever since the first night. I stay here 24/7 never leaving Brendon's side. The only time I do is when I go shower but I'm still in his room or when Awsten or the guys would bring food over and we would chill in the room with Brendon.

Just letting you know, it's not the same without Brendon awake. At the moment he is doing well and his vital are improving but he hasn't woken up yet.

I've asked Pete to go put in the request to bring Brendon back home but they always say to wait for Brendon to improve and they'll consider it.

I think today's the day that they'll let it happen.

The band actually leaves today and so does Awsten and Pete.

The doctor comes in knocking on the door.

"Hello, hello. Where is everyone?" He asks me.

"They all had to go back home to their family, so it's just Brendon and I" I explain to them.

"Oh okay. So it looks like Brendon here is improving" he tells me thank goodness.

"So I've seen that you've requested for him to be taken care at the hospital near your house, so since he's better I'll grant you that wish, unfortunately the helicopter is available tomorrow morning to take him, I hope that's okay?" He asks me.

"That's perfectly fine, as long as we get back home" I tell the doctor.

"Well that will be it!" He tells me before walking out to check on another patient

"Heard that dad? We get to officially go home tomorrow and be with Sarah!" I tell him squeezing his hand.

BRENDON POV

"Yes that's amazing!" I say, but I guess Emmy didn't hear me again. I try another time squeezing her hand, but I can't really remember how I did it the first time.

I just want to wake up already, but I can't. My body is not letting me. It could also be a sign that my body is resting and healing without me finally getting in the way.

Sometimes it's hard to breathe, or I'll choke on the excessive amount of air flowing through the tubes and into my body.

I really want to wake up and talk to Emmy to tell her she's fine, and so am I. Also I would love to go home. I think Sarah would be giving birth any moment now.

I get up and start to walk around the room, ughh I've tried walking around the hospital, but I don't get too far since my body is in one place. I walk around the room and try to throw stuff but I can't. I've actually attempted at putting a blanket over Emmy every night when she goes to sleep. I try to crouch down to kiss her, but every time I do, I fall through her body.

Yo I'm technically a ghost. I sit down on the couch across from Emmy. She looks like she's lost in a trance. Geez why can't I wake up and help her.

I try running around the room, and I just get tired and bored again. I return back on the sofa. I sit there and watch Emmy. Most time she's watching a show on Netflix on my laptop. This time I assume she's doing school.

I get bored again and stood up and walk towards her. "Eww quit looking at pictures of Awsten" I mumble as I see her scrolling. Her hair falls in the way. She tries to blow it out of her face, she blew it for the first few attempts and it would fall down. I watched her laughing and then I try to move her hair out of the way and tuck it behind her ears.

She realizes what happens and she turns around. "Did I just do that?" I question myself. I walk up to my body.

"Ughh wake up, wake up" I say smacking myself in the face. I try this multiple times, but nothing happens. Then I ended up sitting on top of my body's head. Don't ask why.

I look over to the desk. "What's this?" I mumble picking up the paper. I open it and read it out loud.

"Dear Emmy,

If you ever get the chance to read this. I hope you know that I'm sorry for you having to go through this. I wish I can stay with you through this whole journey, but I need to go back home and work on some new music. Let me know when you're back in LA so we can hang out and talk about some stuff.
I miss you already! Also, you look adorable when you're sleeping.

- Awsten"

"Ooo is this a love letter?" I question.

"Has Emmy seen it?" I question again. I pick up the paper and drop it into her lap.

Her papers falls off her lap and onto the ground.

"Why am I clumsy? Is this what I get from messing with you?" She questions as she looks at me.

"I miss you. Get better soon B" she says as she puts her hand on top of mine.

"Yea B get better" I say thumping my foot.

"What's this?" I see Emmy pick up the paper, that's from Awsten she opens it up and reads it.

I lean on the table besides her and watch over her shoulders. I decide to tap on the table while I wait for her reaction.

Emmy stops and looks at my direction. "Woah, B are you okay?" She gets up and moves closer to my body. She holds onto my hand.

"Huh? What did I do?" I question. Emmy shrugs and returns to reading the paper. I continue to tap on the table again.

"You did it again! Brendon hey are you okay?" Emmy questions. I look over to my body and I can see my fingers start to twitch. Then I see my fingers moving like how I am.

"What I can do this!" I say tapping even more. Emmy examines it and readjust my bed. She presses one of the button, to call a nurse in.

"How may I help you sweetie?" The nurse says coming in.

"I swore I saw my dad moving his fingers" she tells them.

"Dad, if you can hear me. Move your finger" she tells me. As on cue hand starts to move again.

"Maybe, it's just his reflexes coming back to him" the nurse says looking at her. Emmy looks disappointed. "Well this is the third time he's done it" she tells the nurse and the nurse walks away.

I stick my tongue at the nurse, and try to nudge the nurse out of the way and she actually trips over her feet.

"Oops" I say.

"Dad. If you're really there. Just know that I'm fine and come back to us soon" she tells me holding my hand. I squeezed her hand once again and Emmy smiles, never letting go of my hand.