Chapter 33:Lucas's mind while Max is in her coma

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by chrisaftonfan_1234

by chrisaftonfan_1234

Lucas's POV:

As I sat by Max's bedside, her still form a silent testament to the ordeal she had endured, a sense of helplessness washed over me. As her boyfriend, the weight of our relationship added an extra layer of significance to the situation. Her breathing was steady, her face peaceful in sleep, but I knew that deep within her, a battle raged on between life and death.

"Hey, Max... It's me, Lucas. I know you can't hear me, but I need you to know that I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, my voice soft and filled with emotion as I reached out to gently stroke her hair.

Panic attacks would often grip me in the quiet of the hospital room, the fear and uncertainty of Max's condition weighing heavily on my heart. But in those moments of despair, my little sister Erica would come to my rescue, her presence a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume me.

"Lucas, you gotta breathe. In and out, remember?" Erica's voice, vibrant and strong, cut through the haze of my anxiety, her hands guiding me through the calming exercises we had practiced together.

"I... I can't lose her, Erica. She's my girlfriend, my everything," I confessed, my voice breaking with the weight of my emotions as tears welled up in my eyes.

"I know, big brother. But you gotta stay strong for her. She needs you now more than ever," Erica's words, filled with wisdom beyond her years, resonated in my soul, a reminder of the power of family and love in times of strife.

As the days turned into weeks, I continued to talk to Max, pouring out my hopes and fears into the void of her unconscious mind. "I miss you, Max. Please come back to me. We have so much more to do, so many more memories to create together," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion as I held her hand tightly in mine.

And as the hours stretched on, Erica remained by my side, her unwavering support a source of strength and comfort in the storm that raged within me. "You're doing great, Lucas. Max would be proud of you," she encouraged, her words a balm to my wounded soul.

Together, we faced the uncertainty and turmoil that engulfed us, drawing strength from each other in the face of adversity. And as I watched over Max, my heart filled with hope and determination, a promise to never give up on the love and connection that bound us together in times of joy and sorrow.