Happy pill

33. Wake up

A/N: This is going to be a sad chapter, so be prepared for that. And I am so sorry this is shorter than the other chapters.

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I woke up in a strange place. Everything I saw was white and dizzy. Where am I? Heaven? I couldn't be. I'm not dead. But what had happened? I can't remember anything. I drag myself to sit, feeling my headache getting worse. I curse to myself, rubbing my eyes. At least I could saw the room. I was in hospital.

I coughed, and yelled for someone. I don't know who i should call. Mike? A doctor? Dad? Nothing made sense in my head. Shakily, I stand up and the same time, a doctor walks in saying "Wow, easy there. Don't get up"

I silently nod, sitting down. "What happened?" I ask.

"You don't remember?" the male doctor asked, looking at the papers he had.

I waved my head for no.

"You were in a car accident. But you had luck, only few injuries on your body. Nothing broken, no inside bleeding" he smiled. "I want you to sleep for a bit, is it okay?"

"No," I breath harshly, "it is not okay!"

"Why?" the doctor sits next to me.

"Where's Mike? He was in the accident too! I can't sleep before I know how is he, and where is he!" I fight not to have an anxiety attack. "I need him!"

"Chester, he's in hospital. At the moment he's in surgery"

"Surgery? Something serious?"

"I'm working on it. At least, he has an broken leg" doctor sighed. "But I promise, I will tell you straight away when Mike's surgery is done"

"Okay, okay" I breathed, leaning back. The doctor smiled at me for the last time before he left.

** Hours later **

I was checking my music lists on my phone, as the doctor who visited me hours ago, came in. "Chester?"

"I'm listening" I say.

"Follow me, if you want to know about Mike" he said.

Slowly I walk for the door. My left leg is a bit sore, but I can walk with limping. He leads me few doors ahead, to Mike's room. I step in, and the sight I saw stopped my beating heart.

He was in a breathing machine. I took a deep breath, sitting on the chair next to my lover. His chest was going up and down dangerous slowly. The plastic pipe was going into his mouth, his eyes was peacefully closed. He looked pale. His leg was in hard plaster.

"What's going on, doctor?" I asked, tears in my throat.

"Chester, this is really hard to explain but... I'm not sure yet when he's going to wake up. He's in coma" he said, sadly.

He's in coma.

It broke my heart. Tears fell on my cheeks, dropping on to my hospital shirt. No, this had to be a nightmare. I need him too much. He keeps me alive, he can't be in coma. I placed my hand on his arm, squeezing it. "Please wake up soon" I whisper to myself.

"No! Why?! I can't live without you!" I cry out loud. "Mike! You hear me? I need you!"

I remove my hand from him, covering my face, crying more. My heart was beating quickly, I wasn't sure about myself, about the world I live in. Everything felt unsure. When I stop crying, I wipe the tears off, looking at my sleeping boyfriend. He was alive, but not with me. He wasn't with me. He isn't going to save me from my dad or Josh. I'm going to be all alone. All alone in this cruel world.

"Can he hear me?" I asked softly.

"I can't say. I'm really sorry"

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Days in the hospital felt unreal. Everything's made from white and mint green colors. The food is always the same, everything smells like.... Hospital. I'm sick of it. I have been here for 9 days by now. Everyday I spent over 10 hours in Mike's room, wishing he'd wake up. Nothing actually happens. He don't move, don't speak, nothing. Only his breathing machine is making his chest to move.

I have bruises from the accident. Now I can remember something from the night. We were in on the street, Mike was driving the car we found. Mike was looking at me as I saw the deer on the street. I guess you know what happened. Mike drove over. And then he lost it, he drove to the tree. That's all I can remember. I'm not blaming anyone.

I sigh again, watching Mike's chest going slowly up and down, up and down, up and down over and over again. I never get bored of looking at him. I want to be there when he wakes up. He knows I need him, and I know he needs me. We need each other to live.

Again, at time 9.00pm, I have to exit Mike's room. I walk to my room, sliding onto my bed, hugging my pillow. I close my eyes, wishing Mike was there with me.

The next day, my doctor told me that I can go home. Also, I had visitor which appeared to be my father. Damn it.

"Hi dad" I said as he came into my room, sitting down on the chair.

"I was worried about you" he said.

"That's hard to believe" I mutter. "I've been here for over a week! And today is the first time you come to see me and tell me more lies!"

"I'm sorry, i've been busy. I'm trying to work things right with your mom" he explained.

"Oh... Where is she?" I asked, peeking to look at my dad.

"He got a new guy, I guess. Nothing serious, she told me. She's just staying at his house"

"And probably getting fucked by him" I mutter, quietly.

"Knock it off! You don't speak of your mother like that!" my dad's voice grew louder.

"Why not to?! You don't know what she has done to me!" I yell.

"Come again? She... She has done something to you?" dad asked, fear on his face.

"Yes... She says things that makes me want to kill myself. She's like you, you punch and hurt me. So does my mother but only with her mouth" I mutter, watching my hands.

"Son-" my dad begins.

"Don't use that word" I cut him off.

"Chester... I, I had no idea. I'm really sorry. Now I can see what i've done to you" he breathes.

"Are you serious? Or is this some kind of act?"

"No! I've almost broke your bones! I've thrown a whiskey bottle on your face! I'm such a horrible father"

"Yes you are" I mutter, again.

"I know I can't make things undone, but I try to... You know... Be better dad"

"Thanks" I shrug my shoulders. "Are you gonna take me home?"

"Yes I am"