Fairy Tale

Chapter 67: Medical Induced Comas

Minho wasn't sure what he was expecting, he knew Emily would be hooked up to all kinds of tubes and monitors, but he wasn't expecting her to look so broken.

He had walked into the room with Jorge and froze. His heart stopped and then his breathing was snatched, and not in a good way. He clamped his jaw so hard his head started to hurt. He looked away blinking hard.

She had a tube in her mouth that was strapped around her head, the tube went down her throat helping her breath. She had heart monitors and all kind of other monitors attached to her. She had horrible road rash on the one side of her face, a giant cut above her one eye, both eyes were black and bruised and swollen. She had a bandage wrapped around her head. There was a blanket pulled up over her body and her arms were placed over top, all kinds of tubes and IV's inserted into her veins, one had clear liquid and medicine and whatever was keeping her sedated slowly dripping into one. And blood going into another one, she must have lost quite a bit to need more. Her other arm was in a cast.

Minho winced. He had no right to complain about his injuries. His eyes prickles with tears. He clenched his jaw even more and his hands forms fists. Teresa did this and she thought she could play the victim? That girl was as jacked as her mother and Ben. There was no way he'd forgive her for what she did. And no way this was an accident.

"Minho?"

Minho blinked and looked around. Jorge had gone over to the bed and had her limp hand. He was looking at Minho with concern.

"Ya...ya...I'm...I'm okay. Just wasn't expecting this. Didn't know what to expect really... but this...is a lot."

"It is." Jorge nodded kindly.

"Is she in pain?" He asked quietly. He slowly crept forwards, almost scared he would wake her up or hurt her more.

"No, she's sedated and on a lot of pain meds."

Minho just nodded. He swallowed hard, his throat feeling really tight. He slowly sat, perched at the edge of her bed. He just sat and watched her. He could see her chest rising and lowering slowly in rhythmic timed breathing. And if he looked carefully he could see the pulse in her neck. Those were the only things that clued him to her being alive.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Emmy. I couldn't protect you!" He whispered. He slowly brushed his fingers across her forehead, sweeping a strand of hair off her face.

"Minho-"

Minho crumpled forwards, placing his stitched forehead down on the bed beside Emily's head, still carful of all her wires and monitors and sobbed. Again.

He felt entirely helpless and useless. He would absolutely take her place. He would take all her pain and suffering onto himself. He also felt incredibly selfish, and wished she would just wake up. He needed her. He couldn't do it without her. He would be so lost without her. She was his joy and peace. She was his strength and courage. If she was gone he was done.

His body shook as gut wrenching sobs wracked his body. He felt someone pull him into a tight embrace; they didn't say anything, they didn't give him empty promises or try to tell him it would be okay. Jorge just held him tight and let him sob.

"I can't lose her Jorge. I can't!"

"I know son. I know. Me too." Jorge whispered through his own tears.

Minho stayed as long as he possibly could. He stayed beside her bed the rest of the night and into the next day. He got texts from Frypan, Winston and Nick. All asking about Emily. He got up at one point and went to visit Newt.

He didn't have as many tubes and wires, and he was breathing with just a small tube under his nose, but his leg was heavily bandaged and propped up. Newt was also unresponsive to the things around him, but Minho sat in a chair beside the bed, Sonya beside him.