sober // s.wilk

(10) Well At Least She's Better In Bed

brace yourself, it's a long chapter :)

Do you ever feel like your whole world is falling apart right in front of you? That's what washed over me when I saw them wheeling Sammy into the hospital. I couldn't even find the strength to continue walking, instead I broke down in the entrance of the hospital. He looked nothing like the Sam I knew. His face was covered in blood, and it was so opaque that I couldn't even see the damaged that was done. He had all these tubes and wires that were inserted in his body.

My entire universe, was in the building I stood in front of, probably going through surgery, or worse. I couldn't even bring myself to think about it; I refused to. I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders, slowly rubbing them. It caused my sobs to increase, as they become more and more audible. I automatically knew that it was Madison comforting me, mostly because I could smell the perfume from where I was.

She let go for a few seconds, until I felt myself being picked up from the cement ground. my arms snaked around their neck, my eyes tightly shut. I lay my head to rest in their neck as we go into the elevator, my grip tightening the closer we get to Sam. my eyes flutter open and I see Nate with tears trickling down the side of his face.

He looks down at me, as he lightly sobs, attempting to give me a smile but fails and it just results to him crying harder. I bury my head in his chest, my heart bursting out of my body at any moment now. I begin to feel hot, sweat now being absorbed by my white tank top.

We reach a floor, and are led into a room filled with chairs and other people. Nate sets me down on one of the chairs, pulling another one right in front of me as I place my legs on top of it. The Jacks and Madison are sitting to the left of me probably leaving the seat to the right of me for Nate.

He enters the room again, holding some pillows and blankets. He tosses a few to the group next to me, as well as myself. I place the pillow on my neck for comfort, and drape the blanket around my body.

I find myself staring at nothing in particular. I probably look like a mental patient, my makeup smeared, a white blanket covering my body as I rock myself back and forth hoping that it would give me some relief. Nothing seemed to work, I was still silently sobbing, taking as much big breathes as possible.

I began to engross myself of all the viable reasons as to why this could happen. If he was still agitated because of our disagreement over the phone. Or if was unsatisfied with me because I didn't seem live up to his expectations anymore. there is a chance that it might be because he needed alcohol, and he didn't realize all the repercussions of his immoral action of driving while intoxicated.

I begin to assume that this whole situation was my fault and the reason that he is even in this hospital was because of me.

How I should've been dependable girlfriend by talking about our dispute instead of brushing it off my shoulder. I shouldn't have let him go this morning, I already saw the look on Gilinskys face, knowing that he would be doing more that hanging out with Nash.

He probably feels the same as me, blaming himself when in reality, it's no ones fault. No matter how many times I tell myself that I had nothing to do with the situation, I still accuse myself.

I don't know how long I have been sitting in that chair, but what felt like minutes has actually been hours and the nurse is standing in front of us. "His condition is critical, but his injuries are normal for car accidents like his and he is on his way to recovery, we just have to watch him."

I feel my heart plummet to the bottom of my stomach, "Fortunately he isn't suffering severe brain damage but he has a cervical dislocation in which he is in surgery for right now. He has a bruised eye, a cut on his forehead (the doctor mentioned it required stitches), and a broken nose. He fractured a rib, and a punctured lung that is already taken care of. We expect him to be unconscious for a while after the surgery, but he should be fine. We have everything under control."