We became a mystery.

Chapter 5

Nightmares of losing Margo, of crashing, dying, torment my forced sleep and when i am able to wake up from my torture, i am sore everywhere i can lay eyes upon. I don't know for how long i've been out but i am determined not to let myself slip again. I will find out today what happened to Margo.
The brace they put on my neck is gone and the only thing that is left i just a soft pain and probably a gross bruise. I look around for any signs of anything that could help me figure out what happened while i was gone. I am in the same hospital bed as before, same white walls same green curtain and same blinding white light. I see people passing from side to side. What can i do to call them here? I tried to talk but it hurts and my throat is so dry i could drink an entire river.
Think. Think. Think... THAT'S IT BRAINLESS! I tell myself, it's so obvious i suspect i got a concussion in my head,too. I just have to call a nurse with the button beside my bed... I reach over to my right and press it a couple times. In seconds a nurse in blue scrubs rushes in and then calms down when she sees it's fine. Despite the dryness and the pain i say what has been hunting me on my sleep.
"I came here with a girl, Margo Roth Spiegelman, she was unconscious when i last saw her in the car and she had a bleeding on the top of her left temple..." I trail off because it's too painful to think about her looking like that, so vulnerable, I couldn't help her. I brush the thought away and swallow the tears that are attempting to come and continue.
"I really really need to know how she is, please."
The nurse just nods but doesn't speak. She has a concerned look on her face and i am staring to panic.
"What- what what? What is it?!" I am raising my voice now and she puts a hand on my arm to calm me down but i can't calm down and i can't take out of my head the unthinkable, she's dead. God she's dead because of me.
"She's not dead, if that's what you're thinking, just listen-"
"WHAT!?"
"She's in a comma. I am really sorry, Mr. Jacobsen... We've been treating her for a week now and our team is optimistic that she'll be out of this soon." And just like that she leaves me to my own grief. I can't believe the words she just said. It can't be real. Margo can't be in a comma, that's insane. No no this is not happening. I cover my eyes with my hands and press on them hard until i see colorful dots in the pitch darkness inside me. I think i am having a stroke because i am shaking and sobbing and crying, even if i wanted to stop I couldn't. It floods down my eyes, down my nose. My throat burns but i keep whispering her name, Margo. Margo. Margo. Don't let me lose you again, please don't let go, stay with me please. What can i do in a situation like this? What can i do to help her? I can't do anything to make her better, i can't do anything. I'm useless, once again i am completely useless and i hate myself for being so stupid and useless. Whatever it is that i can do, God know what's left to do. I'll do it. I need her as much as she needs me now. After i've flooded my face with slobber i decide to start helping her by helping myself get better so i can be out of that bleached hospital room and be closer to her.talking her way into our reality again...