My Best Kept Secret (MBFF Sequel)

Chapter 2

Oscar

Walking into the hospital I felt overwhelmed with emotions. I hadn't been here in so long and now, I'm starting to realize just how much I hate hospitals. Looking through the little rectangular window of her room's door I could see Cortez rubbing his eyes while talking to her. He looked like he was being torn apart from the inside out. Gripping the door handle I felt someone touch my arm lightly. "You must be Mr. Diaz." I heard an older woman's voice ringing in my ears. Surprisingly, her touch brought me comfort.

Turning around I seen an old lady with long gray and black hair, brown eyes, and skin a little darker than my own. (Hermione's Abuelita is Ruby's Abuelita from OMB btw, just older ofc) "You must be Hermione's Abuelita. It's nice to meet you. I wish we could have met under better circumstances." I spoke holding my head down in shame. "Better now than never mijo." Her voice was like a calming river washing over my body. "How is she?" I asked after a second or two. With a light sigh and a shake of her head she looked up at me with doubt. "Mijo, I don't know if she will pull through this. She needs all the thoughts and prayers she can get." I felt like a monster at this point.

"Go see her. I'll watch Cortez so you can have a moment. I know you two were close, so go have your time. Talk to her, the doctors said it would help not only her but her loved ones as well." She whispered before pulling me into a hug that I couldn't help but reciprocate. Opening the door to Hermione's room Abuelita grabbed a teary eyed Cortez and pulled him lightly out of the room. "Take your time but if you hear anything come find us. We will be in the cafe." She said before they both left.

Sitting beside Hermione's bed my mind ran a million miles a second. She had a large breathing tube running down her throat, a needle stuck into her arm, and a heart monitor echoing around the room. Her skin looked like it hadn't been touched by the sun in months and her lips looked dry. Reaching over I grabbed her cold hand but it was limp. "I can't believe the first time I decide to hold your hand you can't hold mine back." I whispered feeling a lump grow in my throat. "I was told talking to you helps pull you out of your coma but if I'm honest, I don't even know what to say to you." I told her knowing she wouldn't be able to speak back to me.

"I miss you at the crib everyday. You laughin and cuttin up with Cortez all day long. Or how you love to get into arguments with me. I miss smokin with you mamas. How you'd always say the funniest shit when you thought I wasn't paying attention but I was listening the whole time." I couldn't help but find myself leaning over to kiss her cold hand. "Since you can't tell me not to this time, I'm gonna tell you everything. I miss you, I wish you would just wake up. I wish you'd come home so I can hear you and Tez having a burping contest at three in the morning. I've been sitting in that house for weeks without you and it just doesn't feel like home anymore. I never realized how much you made Cortez and I feel like a family til you ended up in here but now that I do, I wish things could go back to normal. I should have told you how I felt when I had the chance." I whispered to her with tears pricking my eyes.

"I wish you'd just respond." I spoke sounding like I was begging but I didn't care. No one was here to see the tears fall from my eyes or watch me swallow the lump in my throat to keep from screaming out in sorrow. "If you can hear me, please squeeze my hand. You don't have to do it hard, but enough for me to know you're still fighting. And if you're not fighting, please fight. If not for yourself, for your Abuelita, for Cortez, and for me." I begged quietly.

I waited for anything, for the slightest movement but nothing happened. I could feel the doubt creeping in just like before. That dull gray feeling pressing down in the room all around me. My mind felt cloudy and my heart felt heavy. "I can't imagine how you must be feeling right now. You're probably feeling better in your head rather than out here in the real world. I mean who would want to come back to all this bullshit anyways. I bet you've got a whole life hidden away up there. The life you always wanted to live playing out before you and I bet it's filled with everything you want to happen. I just wish you'd come back here so you can tell me about it. I want to know what you want to do with the rest of your life. I want to be there for you forever, til I take my last breath. Just please for the love of god, don't take your last breath before me." I begged as the tears finally came pouring out like a dam that had finally broken.

All I could do was wish for her to answer or squeeze my hand. Something to tell me she was still here fighting to come back. My heart ached, my breathing felt brisk in my lungs. "I love you Hermione. I wish you'd come back here so much it physically hurts. I hate seeing you like this Mione. The Prophets who done this to you will pay for this shit. I won't let them get away with it. They'll regret pulling that trigger." I told her before stopping myself. I don't want her knowing how mad I was. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be sitting here telling you things I know would upset you. I should be telling you the good shit." I whispered before kissing her hand over and over again.