Punks Not Dead

Life Is Pain

•Lilith's POV•

As we quietly made our way through both sets of automatic doors, we were greeted by the sickly, sterile smell of the hospital. Anxious, my hand instantly met Rotten's, grasping it as if for my life. We exchange a look as we walk solemnly to the reception desk. The nurse behind the desk seemed aggravated and worn out, you could tell that many years of stress had taken it's toll on her. And although she couldn't have been older than thirty, the wrinkles on her face and her prematurely graying hair, made her seem much older than she really was.

She looked up at us from her computer screen and a hesitant smile bore her lips. "Can I help you?" Her voice was soft and kind. "M-Maxigan Richardson's room...please?" My own voice catching in my throat, coming out rough and broken. Her face instantly dropped. "Uhm...let me call the doctor down. If you could please take a seat in the waiting room in the meantime, the Doctor will be down shortly." She then picked up the receiver from the wall and quickly dialed out. Suddenly her voice could be heard from all around, booming on the intercom.

"Doctor Sven to the front office, please. Doctor Sven." Her voice was calm, but I could sense tension in the air almost as though an electric current were searing through me. I grasp onto Rotten's hand even harder than before. He didn't seem to mind, returning the squeeze and then wraping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close against him.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the doctor, a man in his early 50's with a gentle looking face and small, round spectacles walked into the room. He stopped to talk to the nurse, assessing the situation. We watched him as he spoke and saw that his face became stone serious. He then he turned and walked over to us. "You're here to see Ms. Richardson?" He asked, his eyes gentle. I nodded my head silently.

"Aye..." Rotten replied, kissing my forehead softly. The doctor sighed and began, "She went through a lot in the crash." He eyed us cautiously before continuing. "For one, she wasn't wearing her seat belt, and the impact sent her clear through the windshield." I gasped, my heart aching as the image of her crashing through the tempered glass and her limp body hitting the asphalt, raced through my mind. "She cracked her skull in two areas, broke several ribs and shattered her left arm. Currently, Ms. Richardson is in a coma...and we don't know how long until she will come around." I felt all hope inside of me evaporate instantly. Tears began to prickle my eyes, and instead of shrugging them off like usual, I let them fall freely as I began to weep. How could I have let this happen to her? 

"It's going to be alright, love..." Rotten cooed into my ear as he hugged me tightly. The doctor waited patiently for me to calm down and he continued, "If you think you're ready and able, I will take you to see her...but I'm warning you, she's not a pretty sight. I promise that we're taking care of her the best we can and that she's in very good hands." I nodded and wiped my eyes with the back of my left hand, still holding onto Rotten's hand with the other. I looked at him for comfort and he nodded, giving me a small reassuring smile. "Alright, follow me." Dr. Sven told us and swiftly led us towards the elevator.

The short elevator ride was done in complete silence, until the 'bing' made us aware that we had finally reached our destined floor. Floor number 5. We walked down the hallway until the Doctor came to a halt in front of a closed door.

"Room 1398...this is it..." He opened the door to the small hospital room and let us in. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I was about to witness and walked in, Rotten at hand. I felt my heart sink. It sank deeper than it ever had before. It was too hard for me to look at her in that state, with wires and tubes poking out of her, here and there. Her face was bruised, dark purples and yellows. Her head was wrapped in several layers of gauze and bandages. Darkened spots of a crimson color staining it. Her arm was in a cast and sling. If it hadn't been for the heart monitor's incessant beeping, you would have thought her dead. Tremors coursed my body as I felt my legs give way and I crumbled to the floor, weeping hysterically.

In my mind the only thing I could think before blacking out was, I'm going to KILL Sid Vicious.