Save Me

Chapter 18-What Now? (pt 1)

Natalie
I don't know, I just don't know what to do. The doctor hasn't come back and it has been six hours. Tristan's parents told us to go home but Sherry is sleeping and we refused to leave. Tristan is worth staying for and he just has to make it.
"Nat you OK?" I hear Ross say.
"Yeah I'm fine." I reply.
"No you're not," Ross says, "he's gonna be fine though don't worry. Tristan didn't want to do this I'm sure, unless you told him you hated him or some kind of dramatic crap he would never even dream of going near the edge of a cliff." I start to wonder if he jumped because of our argument. It would feel horrible to have someone's death on your hands.
"He has stabalised." I heard someone say then a silence goes through the room.
"What do you mean?" Tristan's mom asked, "is he going to be OK? Did he wake up?" She asked seeming to get more hopeful by the second.
"I'm sorry but no. It is too early to say if he will be alright or not. We are waiting for the anesthesia to ware off to fully assess his condition but there has been no brain damage thankfully."
He could be fine. He's getting better. He might not be dead. Slowly my hope was rising but what if he did wake up what then.
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Gotta be thinking bout dem consequences huh. Haven't updated in forever (exams and stuff) and I don't know what to write so this Chapter probably won't be the best.
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"He's awake."
It echoed through the room or maybe through my head, not completely sure. Everyone was alert now, all hopeful and waiting for good news.
"We have checked and his vitals are good everything is in order besides the obvious. His body will not heal overnight and he will be in a lot of pain but he isn't going to die. You can go in to see him if you want to." The doctor finished and told us his room number before leaving. They had moved him from the ICU when he woke up.
The hallway to his room seemed a mile long and I'm not sure I wanted to see him, not in that condition. What would his excuse be? What am I even thinking there is no excuse for wanting to kill yourself. Not like that, not because I said a few words, no matter how many lies I told in those sentences. What if he didn't make it? Guess that was the point. I heard crying and shouting then recognized everyone had already gone in and I was staring at the open door like an idiot.
Sherry came and stood next to me outside the door. "Why did he do it?" I asked.
"You shouldn't be asking me that question. Right now may not be the best time to ask but later you should ask him." She replied and went back in the room. I left and went to the cafeteria without going in. I just couldn't right now especially not with everyone in there.

Tristan
I could hear voices, machines beeping but I had no idea where I was. Everything sounded far away and I couldn't open my eyes or move. It was peaceful though, my thoughts weren't focusing so for the moment this nothingness was good. Slowly I started to get back the feeling in my body although I still couldn't move. Did I get hit by a truck? Everywhere hurt. Pain was all I could feel. What did I do? Eventually I regained control of my body, that wasn't pleasant. Everything intensified, noises got louder, lights got brighter and somehow the unimaginable pain for worse.
"He's awake." There were people giving orders, needles being pushed into my arm, machines being checked and then it dawned on me. I'm in a hospital.