may 21st
The moment Ophelia was discharged, she went straight to Sam's room with no intent on leaving until he did. It had only been 4 days since what had happened, but every minute felt like a lifetime had passed. Ophelia's wrist was broken in three places, she had needed surgery on the stab wound in her stomach, and although she had never been in so much pain, she knew it still didn't compare to Sam's. When she got to his room, they explained to her that they had put him into a medically induced coma. He had 4 broken ribs, a punctured lung, and five stab wounds. They had cleaned all the blood off of his face, but he still looked horrible. Underneath the oxygen mask, his face was puffy and bruised in various locations. Every time Ophelia looked at him, she felt sick to her stomach. Knowing that he might never wake up from the coma he was placed in, and it was all her fault, made her nauseous. She knew that she should've been in his place.
may 24th
The relief she had felt when she got the news that Sam was officially awake was replaced with a hundred different emotions within only a couple hours. As she sat with his family over the last day, telling them this was all her fault seemed to have slipped her mind. She acted like she couldn't remember anything, given her severe concussion. She knew they would find out what happened eventually, but she didn't realize it would happen so fast. When the doctor came out and told them that he was awake and walking around, Ophelia knew that it was best for the family have their time with him before she went in. She was honestly surprised Sam did remember all of it with how severe his injuries were.
The moment she heard his mother's voice raise, she knew she had found out. His entire family was in there, listening to Sam tell them Ophelia almost got him killed. She considered getting up and leaving- disappearing before they could yell at her. Unfortunately, she knew she owed it to them to own up to what she had done. They all deserved apologies - especially Sam. So she stayed, waiting in her chair and tapping her foot nervously on the white tiles. It only took about ten more minutes before the family came out of the room. Ophelia had to bite back a sob when she saw how healthy Sam looked. He was okay. He was really okay, and that was all that mattered.
His mother looked at Ophelia with a look she'd never seen before, but it made her heart drop into her stomach. Her face was red with anger, like she didn't have the words to express how upset she was. "I... I know." Ophelia whispers, "I know there's nothing I can say or do that's going to make what I did any better, but... I'm sorry. I am so so sorry. I should've gone with him. I should've listened, but I was fucking stupid. I wasn't thinking, and I know that I almost got him killed, and... I am so sorry." She says, holding her tears back, not wanting them to think she was trying to make this about her if she started sobbing. "Yeah, Ophelia. You are fucking stupid!" Jake says, raising his voice so that everyone else in the waiting room was now staring. She stood there, staring wide-eyed at him, not having expected such an outburst from him.
"All you do is create problems for our family cause you don't have one to screw up. I am so fucking sick of it. It's just one thing after another. It should've been you." His voice dropped at the last sentence, looking her in the eyes with a look that sent a chill down her spine. "You should've been dying in that hospital bed. You should've fucking bled out on that parking lot. You should've-" Jake's face was turning red with anger as he grabbed Ophelia's arm, but Sam stopped him. He grabbed Jake's shoulder, pulling him back, away from the girl. "That's enough, Jake." Sam warns, and they both took a second to glare at each other, having a silent argument. Ophelia assumed Sam won, because Jake rolled his eyes, pushing past Ophelia to leave the room. "They're..." Sam mumbles, glancing back at his parents, "They're not going to let me see you anymore." He says lowly, an awkwardness prominent in his voice.
