I awaken to the sound of my phone going off. Sounds like there are 50 messages coming through. I take a minute to wake up. I don't want to get out of bed yet. Being in Ivan's bed leaves me with the comfort of knowing that he is here some how. I reach over to grab my phone off of the nightstand. I was close 43 messages. Most were from my mom panicking about the fire. I'll just call her in a few minutes. There's a few messages from Nancy checking to make sure we are ok as well. I guess I should call her too. A few from Derek, Jeremy and Morgan.
Bringing up my mom in the contact list I call. Kind of hoping she wouldn't answer but knowing her she would.
"Ella it's about time!" She says answering her phone.
"Sorry mom it was a long night and I was exhausted."
"Your father and I think you need to come back home."
"Um no I'm staying here. I have school, I have to stay with Ivan and I have a job."
"Ivan's in a coma, you can't raise your child alone, you have no home, school can be put on hold and you can find another job. Hasn't enough happened to you? There were no troubles till he came into the picture."
"Ivan will wake up! I have a home at Ivan's. School will not wait and I will not be finding a different job. Ivan is not the reason this shits happening, mom!"
"Don't you dare yell at me! I only care about you and you don't see that you're blind child!"
"I'm done with this conversation mom. I'm going to go before we both say something we regret." And I hang up.
I work on returning everyone's text messages. I vent to Morgan about my mom. She assures me she will calm down. Derek fills me about his stitches and I explained everything that happened yesterday. Jeremy just wanted to check on me and to more or less lay me off for a while to get my life together. This is not my fault though, this is all happening to me. I think back about everything, sitting up I pull my knees to my chest and let the tears flow.
*ding ding*
Dad: you know Ella, that wasn't right upsetting your mom like that. We just care about you and your well being. We respectfully accept your wishes but know the doors always open.
Me: thanks dad. Trust me I'll be ok.
Knock knock
Courtney lightly taps on the door and walks in. She sees that I have been crying and sits on the bed and hugs me tight. She doesn't let go either and I continue to cry into her shoulder. This past month so much has happened and I don't really know how much more I can take. I need something good to happen like now, like maybe Ivan could wake up now, like today.
"Listen." Courtney finally says. "I know this all sucks right now. But we are here. I heard your conversation with your mom. Don't give up yet. You have Brad and I. You also need to tell Nancy. She will be ecstatic. She loves you already." She hugs me again. "Ivan will be ok, he will wake up and you will all be ok."
"This is crazy Court! I hardly know him but yet I'm having his baby and he's in a fucking coma!" I'm crying out at this point."I'm relying on a psychic to tell me that he's going to live, our apartment gets burned down almost Ivan's house. I get stabbed Ivan gets stabbed and you get shot. Like what the fuck Court? When's it going to give?"
She's hugging me again, she tells me to calm down and that everything is going to be ok. Brad's standing in the doorway, with his arms crossed. He lets a gentle smile form on his face.
"How about you call my mom, tell her everything, I'll send over the insurance stuff and then we will go see Ivan." Brad suggests.
"Alright." I say picking up my phone, select Nancy's name from my contacts and Courtney and Brad walk out of the room.
