The teats start flowing again, harder than ever. I look over at Atlas and see that he's crying as well. I hold out my arms to him to hold and comfort him even though I'm the one who was in a coma for a whole goddamn month. I almost died. It should be the other way around.
After a few minutes of hugging and crying and more hugging, I get moved to a normal room, but it's still privet. Atlas pushes me in the wheelchair because I can't balance myself.
It finally sets in, the amount of physical therapy that I will have to go through. My first session is today and I am NOT looking forward to it. I just hope I gain enough finger movement back so I can continue piano.
I've been playing piano for more than ten years, so I guess you can say I'm pretty good. When I play, its my escape in life, and nothing or no one can break me out of that zone. The music takes me away on a cloud made of measures, into the music note stars. Its my escape of life, my own personal mental haven. And I love it. I don't k ow what I would do if anyone took that away from me, but it happened. I have to face the fact that I'll never be able to preform a Beethoven piece in front of thousands of people. Never get to play music while my friends sing. Never show off to family friends and relatives. This ruined my life, and it's all my fault. If
I wasn't such a spazz this never would have happened. I would have my normal life. I would still be losing weight. My weight. I completely forgot about my fatness. I needed to weigh myself immediately.
"Wheel me over to that scale. I need to see something," I told Atlas once Jacob had left the room. I had assumed that I had lost weight from not eating for a month. I stood up and had Atlas help me balance on my feet
125. I was 125 pounds of fat. Pure fat. I'm disgusted with myself. I had already made a plan in my head by the time I got back into bed. One meal a day until I reach my first goal.
Cw: 125
Gw: 100
I snapped to my sences when Atlas started yelling at me to pay attention. His red, tear covered face was facing me and I could tell he was scared.
"What the hell? Why are you yelling at me?!" I retaliated defensively
"I thought you went brain dead. You weren't responding to me and I got scared. You can't do that to me. I'm already scared enough that you will go brain dead any minute. You were, and still are, in a really bad situation. I care so much about you. I can't let you die. You mean too much to me for you to d-" he stopped mid sentence. His face was inches from mine. I wanted to kiss him so much. I don't know if it was the heat of the situation or the brain damage, but I was taken over. And I kissed him.
I wasn't as surprised about me kissing him as I was bkit the fact that he kissed me back. It wasn't anything too intense because we were in a hospital and I was hooked up to a heart rate monitor, but it was still romantic.
And my first kiss.
The moniter was going insane because of my racing heart and it caused Jacob to rush in because of it. I heard the door open and slam closed, my nurse rushing in only to stop dead in his tracks. He saw Atlas leaning over me with my hands entangled in his hair.
"I told you, nobody looks at one another like that and stays just friends."
