thirteen :: mgc

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When I went home, it felt like a piece of me was missing.

There was a piece of me missing.

She was so broken. I couldn't even look at her. I took one look at her when I was sitting there and I broke down.
• • •
I couldn't sleep because I was so torn.

It was 8:30 in the morning and I was still awake and restless.

I just couldn't get the picture of Teagan out of my head. It was terrifying to think that my beautiful girl was going through that.

and it was terrifying to think that somebody else put her in that situation.

I was broken - not as much as she was, obviously - in a way that hurt me. it hurt me to breathe. it hurt me to think about her. it hurt me to think about the pain she was going through.
• • •
I couldn't stop myself from getting out of bed. I couldn't stop myself from getting in my car. I couldn't stop myself from going back to the hospital.

I didn't even have to inform the lady at the front desk about who, the hell, I was there for, she knew. she walked with me back the long series of halls and gave me the same blue scrubs that she did earlier.

I walked back into that damned room.

I walked in there with my head down and faith even lower.

I sat down in the same chair and touched her hand the same way I did just hours earlier.

The constant beeping noise didn't even phase me. I was getting used to it and it was only my second visit of a long line ahead.

I wasn't sure where I got the sudden urge of courage, but I looked up.

She didn't even look alive. It was as if she hadn't moved since the last time I saw her, which she probably hadn't. If you took one glance at her you would of thought that she was dead. The only sign, insight, that she was alive, was the heart monitor beside her.

and the finger that just twitched.

Wait.

My eyes shot down to look at her moving fingers.

My hopes shot up.

"Mm, ow," She mumbled.

"Baby, don't move, it'll hurt," I warned her gently.

Her eyes slowly opened. She glanced over at me.

Her eyes were duller than before.

"Mikey, ow, what happened?" She spoke. Her voice was hoarse.

I smiled, even though I knew I was far from happy at the moment, when she used my nickname I couldn't help it.

"You, uh," I sounded like a scared boy, "Got in a car accident, and you got hurt really bad."

She nodded, and immediately hissed from doing so.

"Stop moving," I whispered and looked down at my feet.

She sighed, "what's wrong?"

"I'm just scared."

She didn't question that. I'm sure my fear shone through like sunlight in an open window.

"Are you in pain?" I, stupidly, asked.

"Well, yes. It hurts really bad."

I sighed, it was a painful sigh too, like it was hard to breathe from the lump forming in my throat. All I wanted to do was cry. But I wanted to be strong for her, it was the least I could do.

"Michael," She whispered.

I shifted to look at her.

"Hm," I hummed.

"What's gonna happen to me?" She asked.

"Whatever you want to happen."