Honey, don't go!!!!

Chapter two:

I laid in bed, frozen. My life was falling apart with complete ease and not a care in the matter. I made a plan for when Lily dies that would save me from any pain or suffering...

     Suicide was my friend now and the corner of Broudst was my worst enemy. But if Lily died, I would kill myself there. I wanted to be where Lily’s life was ruined to bring myself closer to her.

     The room was still filled with negativity and stress. Not only that, but my body was giving my grief. I couldn’t worry about these things right now though, I had to stay strong for the rare chance the surgeon that promised me he would save her kept his promise. But I had no faith in him. I knew he was speaking trash when he said she will live. I wanted it to come true so badly, but I hardly counted on it.

     “June, June Tailor, I have some news for you. It’s about your daughter, Lily Tailor.” The surgeon- that told me he would save her- as he walked into my hospital room.

     “How, how is she? Is she alive? Can I see her?” I asked in an incredible lack of impatience running through me. 

     “She had internal bleeding. We were able to stop it and keep her stable. I told you she would be alright. I promised.” he explained with a slight grin on his face.

     I was over the moon with excitement, but judging by the way he was now acting...there was more to the story though.

     “Is there something wrong?” I question the life saving surgeon.

     “We kept her stable, but not in a way you would like.” he told me, unable to make any eye contact with me anymore.

     “Tell me...just tell me!” I croaked out, having tears build up. 

     “It has been three hours since we fixed the bleeding...she hasn’t woken up yet. She is still breathing, just in a deep sleep called a ‘coma’ ” the surgeon sadly said to me, turning his head to the left to miss my tears.

     Lucky he did too, because I couldn’t stop bursting out the cries. She wasn’t dead, but when your in a coma, you might as well be. 

     I closed my eyes to pray for her life. I wasn’t religious, but I had to try it. My husband was christen and had always tried to persuade me into becoming one too. I refused but occasionally I would go to church to make him happy. Wish he and I hadn’t gone on the day of the shooting.

     As I continued to pray for her, I felt a soft touch on my hand. It was the surgeon trying to comfort me. I found it incredibly stupid that I didn’t even know his name. After all, he didn’t let her die...he just let her sleep, I guess. 

     “It will be alright...It will.” the nameless man reassured me, beginning to make more eye contact, but looking a little nervous in the making.

     “How do you know that for sure, Dr... Wilston?” I snapped back at him, regretting my anger.

     “June, I just know...Oh, and it’s Scott.” Scott tells me with heaps of intensity.

     “I don’t want her to die; she’s my life. I don’t know what I would do without her.” I sobbed, squeezing Scott’s hand to the full extent.

     As I finished my depressed sentences, the room went absolutely silent and the surgeon had nothing left to say...except for:

     “Did you want to go see her? Just to show you that she is still here with you.” he asked, most likely thinking about his words and how stupid they were.

     I ran the words through my head Lily. I wanted to see her so much it was irrevocable, but being in a body cast was holding me back. How could I have possibly moved into the room she laid motionless in when I can’t move any bones in my body. 

     I couldn’t tell Dr Wilston that an injury was holding me back, because he would probably find a way to get me there...but in my mind, I know I’m not ready to see her. I just wouldn’t cope with the memories of her father in a coma while looking at her in the same position. It just wouldn’t feel right. 

     “I, I need a little time adjust or something like that.” I blurted out as soon as I had made my decision. I didn’t know if it was the right one, but for now it had to be for now...just until I am able to face the fact that she is only sleeping heavily, not that she is dead.

     “Well, if you need me, I’ll only be a buzz away. Don’t be a stranger. I’m here for you...you know that, right?” she reassured, questioning me to around the end.

     I didn’t reply to his kindness though. My only way off answering was a slight nod. It was rude, but if I spoke, I probably would have bursted into tears for Lily. I just hope he understands the devastation. 

     He left without another word out of his mouth straight after that…

     I was alone now with no one to help me through my suffering. The only thing I could again count on is suicide for myself. That was what I planned on doing if Lily didn’t recover. But I wouldn’t do it until I knew for sure that Lily was never going to wake up and there was nothing I could possibly do for her. Even if it took her 50 years, I would wait. If the was a possibility that she would wake up...I would fight for life. I would fight for her.

***HOPEFULLY YOU LIKE IT SO FAR!!! IF SO, AWESOME. SORRY THAT THERE IS ONLY TWO CHAPTERS SO FAR, BUT I AM STILL WRITING IT. IF YOU LIKE THIS ONE...JUST WAIT UNTIL I PUT MY NEXT NOVEL ON HERE!!!!!***