Waiting For Him (Completed)

Waiting For Him

Waiting for him

"Oh god, Jenny..." she distinctly heard her mother call out. She sounded as if she was crying and it literally broke Jenny's heart due to the fact that she could not console her, hold her and wipe her tears.

Jenny couldn't even open her eyes. But she could listen to every sound in the room. Her mother's sobs, her father pacing the floor, the heart rate moniter, the IV drip...

However the sound Jenny wanted--no, yearned--to hear was of him. Hear his breathing, hear him close. But no. It was like a sixth sense that she knew he wasn't there.

Darkness enveloped Jenny and she gave into it.

When she next came to, she heard a loud male voice coming from the foot of her bed. Her nerves jumped at the thought of it being him, but all hopes were soon dashed as she recognized the voice of her older brother.

"Jenny..." he said and Jenny opened her eyes a fraction, to see a blonde head staring at her. Green eyes, so much like her own assessing her for a few seconds.

Then, her brother, George stood up and dragged the chair closer to her side. Jenny turned her head slightly, partly because she wanted to see her brother, partly because she wanted him to know she was still awake.

A cold hand brushed her hair off her face. "Hey Jo-Jo." George called his younger sister by her favourite nick-name. Jenny's face softened with the hint of a smile. "How are you feeling now? Doctors say you are making progress." Jenny's eyes filled with tears when she saw how her older brother desperately wanted to believe that fact.

She wasn't making any progress. She knew her time was coming.

Hot tears fell from her eyes and that's all it really took for George's control to snap. Waterfalls of tears fell from his eyes and he did nothing to wipe them.

"Jenny!" he wailed as he grabbed her cold hand. "Don't give up! For me, mom, dad and for him, Jenny please! Oh god!" George started shaking with hopelessness.

From the first time he had seen her, when he was 6, he had vowed to protect her, love her and be there for her no matter what. Looking at her now, on the verge of death due to cancer was heartbreaking for him. Everything in him yearned to just grab his sister like a possession and never let her go. She was only 21. She had a whole life in front of her. She couldn't die, not now, not ever.

"Where...he?" Jenny gasped out the words, her energy draining out from her body even at the short syllables. George ran a hand through his head. "I have been trying to get a hold of him but it always goes to voicemail. Sorry Jenny, I don't know where he is." A tear fell from Jenny's eye.

She was going to die today, she could feel it. But the waves of emotions she felt by the fact that he wouldn't be there to say goodbye were overwhelming. So much so, that her heart flatlined.

Hours later, she realized that she was supposed to be dead, but she wasn't. She felt tired beyond dreams and her whole body ached. Slowly she opened her eyes and glanced around her.

The first thing she noticed was the fact that she was alone in the room with only one of the table-lamps beside her hospital bed being left switched on. The whole room was in dark. She closed her eyes to enjoy her solitude for a moment. Looking back at her short life and thinking that she did not regret one thing.

She tried to take a deep breath but soon gave that up when her aching lungs protested.

When somebody gently, almost hesitantly, called her name, she jerked her eyes open with a start.

"Hey..." She couldn't believe it was him. He came into her vision slowly, so as to not startle her. Blue eyes, her favourite color, the colour of the oceans stared at her from a distance.