Forever Yours (More Than A Feeling|Sequel)

Thirty-One: Darling, Don't Be Afraid

Elise's POV

What the fuck is this!? Why am I floating!? What's even going on right now? Wherever I am, I'm in a room and it's very bright here. Am I dead? No, I can't be dead, because I'm looking at myself from what I think is the ceiling. I'm lying in a bed, a hospital bed, so now I know I'm not dead. But I have bruises on my face, I can see a place where I was cut on my neck, on my arms too, and I remember everything that happened. It's so horrible to think about, I have to push the thoughts away. But I can't feel any pain. Am I healed? If so, why am I still asleep in that bed? And why am I up on the ceiling? 

Realization sets in, and I know that I'm in a coma and having one of those out of body experience thingys. I thought that only happened in movies. Huh. Well this sucks, I can't get back in my body no matter how hard I try. So do I just stay here until I wake up? But what if I don't wake up? Sometimes people in comas don't ever wake up.

I start to panic until I see Jimmy, sitting beside my bed in a chair, and I start to calm down. He's awake, but he looks like he hasn't slept in a while, his eyes are bloodshot and only half open. I can see that he's holding my hand while he just stares at my face, but he looks spaced out. I want to reach out to him and hug him, because I can tell that he's upset. 

Suddenly I'm standing right beside him and... myself. That's going to take a while to get used to. There's a nearby window, and I see that it's daylight out as the sunlight pours in. Wait, has it been a day since Jimmy found me? Did he just sit here the whole night like this? 

At this very time, Matt comes in through the door of the room, and I'm so happy to see him! I feel a big grin cover my face as he comes in further to the room, and I can see he's got clothes for Jimmy. So he has been here all night. 

"Hey, Jimmy. I've got your clothes whenever you're ready to change." Matt greeted him.

Almost as if he didn't hear him, Jimmy said, "She hasn't even moved, Matt. How does a person stay so still, for so long?" 

"She's in a coma. People who are in comas don't move." He replied, setting the clothes in Jimmy's lap. Jimmy didn't say anything, and Matt said, "Dude, did you even sleep at all last night?"

"For an hour. The rest of the time I couldn't. I had nightmares. I didn't bother to try to sleep anymore."  He mumbled. "I kept having the same dream. And it always ended with her leaving me." I knew that this was a different dream of me leaving him than the one he had before, where I'd told him it hurt too much and left, as in, broken up with him. This one was me leaving him in death. 

Looking at him sadly and wrapping my arms around him, I said, "Oh Jimmy, it's alright. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere, I promise." I kissed the corner of his mouth. But when he didn't respond or react in any way, I realized that he couldn't hear or feel me, and that made a tremendous amount of sorrow rush through my... well, not body, but... spirit?

"I guess... I'll go change." Jimmy said slowly, and I could see that he had to force himself to let go of my hand before he got up and went into the bathroom. Matt watched him with a sad look haunting his eyes. Then he turned and moved to the side of my bed, staring down at me, and I saw a ghost of a smile cross his lips. I stood beside him, studying the side of his face. 

"He loves you, y'know. Sometimes too much for his own good." He said quietly, with a very small chuckle. He was trying to keep positive, but even he was struggling. His eyes gave him away.

Even though he couldn't hear me, I still replied, "I know." I remembered the promise I made to Katelyn, the part of it being about Matt. I wanted so badly just to hug him so tight he couldn't breathe, but he wouldn't even know that I was hugging him if I did. He didn't even know that I was standing beside him, and he hadn't heard me answer to him. I felt so alone, and, well.... invisible. At least ghosts have the ability to show themselves and make noise. Being a ghost sounds better than this!