I love you, always | Charles Leclerc ✔

6

6 hours or so later, Julie was gently awoken by someone shaking her shoulder. A kind-looking nurse smiled at her. Julie rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the reality of the emergency room. She suddenly became extremely aware of the reason she was in this room, sitting up fast.

"How is he ?! Is Jules okay ?! Is he awake ?! I-"

"I'm sorry darling, he's not awake, but the operation is done. I need to talk to his family, are you apart from it ?"

Julie nodded furiously.

"I am. I'm his sister. Our parents aren't here, they are back in France. Please tell me, I'm begging you."

Tears started building up, her heart started breaking a little more.

"Okay so listen to me please. We did a CT-scan on your brother and-"

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you but I don't know what that is..."

"It's fine darling, a CT-scan is a scan of the brain allowing us to see if there are skull fractures or traumatic injuries on the brain. We can also see if there are internal bleeding or an aneurysm rupture. So your brother has a severe concussion and has a diffuse axonal injury, sadly, that means we have to keep him under intensive care. But you have to hope for the best, he's in a stable state."

When Julie heard 'stable state' she cried tears of relief.

"Thank you, thank you so much..."

The nurse gently smiled.

"It's nothing darling, it's our job. But you'll have to see with your country's embassy to bring your brother back home for him to receive medical treatment and be with your family."

Julie nodded while wiping her tears, the nurse smiled at her one last time while squeezing her shoulder softly before leaving. Julie got up and went inside Jules's room, her tears redoubling as she saw the state her brother was in.

« Oh mon Jules... »
"Oh my Jules..."

Julie went to sit down on the chair next to then bed, being careful with the different wires linked to his chest, his head and his arms. Jules looked to be peacefully sleeping but Julie knew better than that. She knew her brother was under morphia and couldn't feel anything for the moment. Julie grabbed her brother's hand, carefully wrapping her owns around it while avoiding the transfusion's needle. The tears hadn't stopped since she stepped inside the room and she had long given up wiping them. Julie laid her head next to the hand she was holding and continued to cry silently, praying even though she didn't believe in God. She finally fell asleep, emotionally exhausted, she fell into a deep dreamless slumber.