Mend my heart

Chapter seventeen - Thanks For The Memories

Hi, sorry this is kind of a flashbacks chapter to explain some things :)

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Thanks For The Memories

Leyla's POV

I sat in the waiting room, listening to my music with my headphones in my ears. I wiped away the tears just as the doctor came in.

He read quickly off a chart "Emily's family?" He looked up to see us standing up fearfully.

Her mother sent me a filthy look. "Family only." She shot at me. I flinched, wounded.

Her brother grabbed my hand. "Leila's just as much family as I am." I smiled weakly.

"Thanks Lucas." I replied quietly.

The doctor took us into a small room. It had a single window, high above our heads. The harsh fluorescent light barely bothered us any more.

We looked up hopefully. He gulped and looked down at his hands. He looked nervous, which was unusual. I immediately began to worry.

"Emily's is a special case." I grimaced when he said that. "Her brain has... It's changed. With such a massive brain injury like this one there's no telling the damage."

He paused and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "We're not sure exactly how damaged she is. It's severe, and I'm sorry."

"She might..." He gulped, grimacing. "She might not remember you, any of you." Tears leaked out of my eyes with barely any warning.

Lucas gripped my shoulders, also crying. My frame shook with sobs.

Her mum sat there, shocked. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide. "But.. You.. No!" She screamed, lashing out.

Her dad wrapped his arms around her, soothing her.

"There's another thing." He continued grimly.

"We think the coma may be permanent."

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I shivered as I got into the car, the hospital fading into the distance as we drove away.

I sighed. It had been ten months since the accident, and her family and I were still undecided about her life support machine.

Actually, we were all completely decided. Her brother and I wanted her alive at all costs, and the rest of her family didn't want her to lead that life.

Way I saw it, they wanted her dead.

Silent tears leaked down my cheeks. We had been born a day apart, in the same hospital. Our mothers had been close friends and so were we. We hadn't been apart in years.

Alice looked up at me from her child seat. A frown crossed her face. She hit my arm, trying to make me stop, I ignored her and plugged into my headphones.

I ripped them out after a few songs. Everything reminded me of her, it was horrible.

I continued to cry, turning my eyes to dad looking back at me in the wing mirror. I sniffed, frowning at him.

He sighed. "It had to be done Leyla." I nodded, looking out the window vacantly.

I smiled, thinking of the happy memories me and Emily had had.

Dad smiled back, misunderstanding. I frowned again. He sighed and frowned.

I wiped my face, swallowing and forcing my headphones back into my ears. 'Where is your boy' came on and I started full out sobbing.