11:12 → b.b. [ un-continued ]

twenty.

My head was pounding, my eyelids heavy and I couldn't move my body. I groaned at the pain, everything was hurting. I tries to open my eyes but I couldn't.

I felt tired, but couldn't sleep. I couldn't move 'cause everything is hurting, every move hurts me so bad. Something shot through my mind, Brooklyn!

Is he alive? Is he okay? Where is he?

I tried to open my eyes and this time I succeeded. My eyes opened a tiny bit, the light hurting my eyes. I rubbed them softly and tried to turn my head, scanning the room. There was nobody, I was alone in a cold, white, scary hospital room.

My head was pounding like crazy, my eyes opened a little more making it even worse. The light coming from the window, hurts my eyes. I then looked at my body. Bruises all over it. Some where bleeding, some where blue.

I tried to lift my arm and a wave of pain shot through my fragile body. I heard my door open, exposing a nurse.

"Miss are you awake?" She questioned.

a 'Yeah' was all I managed to get out.

She smiled at me.

"Is he alright?"

"Who?"

"Brooklyn, is he alright?"

"I can't tell you miss, I'm sorry."

"Is he alive?"

"Yeah but he is in critical condition."

A tear rolled down my cheek and then I remembered I was pregnant. MY BABY?!

"Is my baby okay?"

"Your baby is fine miss, but how are you?"

"Fine, Everything hurts but I'm fine."

She again just nodded and came a little closer.

"You're lucky and your baby too. It could all have been worse..."

I could just tell she was referring to Brooklyn which made me tear up again.

"Miss are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine thanks again. Can you please get me some water I am a bit thirsty."

"Oh yeah sure just wait a minute."

My eyes were all watery, tears streaming down my bruised face. Brooklyn was the only thing I could think of and it hurted, it hurted to know that he wasn't okay. A critical condition. It means he's technically alive but he can die every second and I can't even go and see him. I can't do anything for him. I'm chained to this hospital bed, not able to walk or even move.

The door flew open, revealing my parents and a few other members of my family.

"Kaithlyn darling they told us u're awake, we came as fast as we could! are you okay?" My overprotective mum said.

"Yeah i'm awake and fine." I said a tear streaming down my face knowing you could say the same about Brook.

"How's the baby?" My aunt, Gracie asked.

"It's fine. It has nothing." another tears streamed down my face.

"What's wrong?"

I decided to not answer that question because I just knew I would bawl my eyes out in front of my family and that's something I prefer not to do.

"Are Victoria and David here?" My shaky voice asked.

"They're on their way." My mum said looking at my dad.

"What's wrong?" I asked worried. My mum would never give my dad such a face for nothing.

"You know about-"

"It's nothing sweetheart." My dad said, interrupting my mum.

"No she deserves to know Bart!"

"But Karen you know..."

"She deserves to know the truth!"

"Do you know about Brooklyn?" Mum asked.

"I know he's in a critical condition. You know more? Please tell me! I'm dying here, chained in this hospital bed because I can't move and the light gives me a headache and ..." By now I was sniffling, trying to hold the waterfall of tears back.

"Please tell me." I begged her. My dad gave her the don't-tell-her-it-is-gonna-kill-her look. I knew that was probably gonna happen but not knowing anything is killing me too so either way it ends with me bawling my eyes out.

"Well-" My mum began. "How am I gonna say this." she said out loud, and that's when the nurse came back in.

"Your glass of water miss."

I tried to lift my arm to take the glass from her and another wave of pain shot through me. I started to cry, hard.

"Miss are you alright?" The nurse asked.

"Yeah! I can't even take a glass from someone and the father of my child can die every second of the day! But hell yeah I'm alright! Do i maybe look like I'm alright?!" I said screaming at the nurse, who now had a shocked expression on her face.

"Maybe you need to calm down." She said.

"Maybe I need to calm down?! Would you be calm if you don't know your dearly loved boyfriends state?! If the only thing you know is that he can die every second?! When you are chained to a cold and uncomfortable hospital bed and can't move?! You can't do anything for the one you loved out of all people in the world the most?! It's killing me okay! If he dies, I die!" I was sobbing hard and I guess nobody dared to say anything anymore.

The door flew open again, this time it revealed Vic and Dave.

"Oh god Kaithlyn darling are you okay?" Victoria said running towards me.

"Not at all!" I said through sobs.

"It's better if you go to B-Brook-lyn he needs you both more than I do." They nodded, perfectly knowing what I meant and left.

After they left the room got quiet, the nurse left with them and my sobs got lighter.

My mum sad down next to me, rubbing my back softly so it wouldn't hurt me.

"Thanks mum." I said, laying my banging head on her shoulder. She drew light figures on my back like she used to do when I was little, it always calmed me down. It didn't take too long before I fell asleep on my mums shoulder.

A few hours later I got woken by someone talking next to my bed. I recognized the voices, the nurse and David and Victoria.

"Can she go see him now he's awake." Her shaky voice said; She probably cried seeing her lifeless son laying in the cold, uncomfortable hospital bed. Wait a second did she just say awake. I decided to let my eyes shut and pretend I'm asleep so I could listen a bit more to what they were saying about Brook, My Brook .

"Yeah I think so. We can try and put her in a wheelchair and bring her to him and otherwise we have to bring her bed to his room so they can spend some time together." The nurse said.

"I think option two is better she will be grateful for every second they both get to  spend with each other. Nobody know for how long he will be alive." Her voice cracked saying the last words, and so did my heart.