The Art of Letting Go - ENGLOT

Chapter 2

Celestine's POV:

The next day, I woke up to a room full of people. Mackenzie and her husband Paul were there, as well as my parents and my cousin Atasha. I tried to sit up, but the pain in my body was overwhelming.

"Hey, hey, take it easy," Dad said, helping me to prop myself up with some pillows. "We're all here for you."

"Sweetie, how are you feeling?" my mom asked, kissing my forehead.

"I'm in pain, but I'm managing," I said, weakly.

Atasha leaned in to give me a hug, her eyes filled with tears. "We're all here for you, Celestine," she said. "Whatever you need, just let us know."

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "How's Micah? Have you heard anything?"

Mackenzie's expression turned somber. "He's still in a coma, Cece. The doctors say they're doing everything they can, but it's still too early to tell."

I felt a lump form in my throat, and I looked around the room at the worried faces of my loved ones. It was like being in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

"We're not going to give up on him," my mom said, taking my hand. "Micah is strong, and he's a fighter. He's going to pull through this."

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and I couldn't hold them back. I cried silently, knowing that Micah was fighting for his life, and there was nothing I could do to help him.

I looked up at my mom and Mackenzie, "Can I see him?"

Mackenzie and my parents exchanged glances, and I could tell they were hesitant. "It's not a good idea, Celestine," my dad said. "You need to rest and recover."

"But I need to see him," I insisted. "I need to be there with him."

After some discussion, they decided to talk to the doctors and see if it would be possible for me to visit Micah, but only for a short time.

A couple of minutes later, I was wheeled into Micah's room. He looked so peaceful lying there, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My heart swelled with both love and sadness, knowing that he was trapped in this coma, unable to respond to me.

I reached out to take his hand, holding it tightly. "Micah, can you hear me?" I whispered. "I love you so much. Please come back to me."

There was no response, and I felt a lump form in my throat. "Baby I need you." I said, tears streaming down my face. "Please wake up. You can fight this. I know you can."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Celestine," said a nurse as she adjusted some of the equipment monitoring Micah's vital signs. "He's heavily sedated to reduce swelling in his brain. He won't be able to respond to you until he wakes up."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I squeezed Micah's hand and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I'll be here for you, Micah," I said quietly. "I'll stay by your side until you wake up."

The nurse gently led me out of Micah's room and back to my own, where my family was waiting anxiously.

"How was he?" my mom asked, taking my hand.

"He's still in a coma," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I told him I loved him and that I'm here for him."

My family members exchanged glances, and I could see the sadness and worry etched in their expressions. It was clear that Micah was in for a long and difficult journey, and we were all going to do whatever we could to support him.

"I don't know how I'm going to get through this," I said, tears streaming down my face.

"We're all here for you, Cece," Mackenzie said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "We'll get through this together."