Things I can't forget

Complicated

Their silence was infuriating. My head may have still felt a little dizzy but I could see that judging from the way they were all acting, there was something they weren't telling me. Sam had walked a few paces up and down the small room before standing at the window looking out. Dallas stood there trying very hard to look everywhere and at everything besides me. Matt shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another.

"Would one of you please just tell me because now I'm starting to assume the worst here," I begged but they all remained quiet. "Fine," I huffed, sat up a bit too quickly causing my head to spin just a bit and began hastily to pull the covers off myself. I hadn't noticed before but I was wearing one of those dreadful hospital gowns. I grimaced, one that had an open back too.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked and quickly raced to my side urgently grabbing my hand but I pulled away a little too harshly. I love Sam I really do but all of this 'let's not tell Juliet a thing' game was really starting to get on my nerves.

None of them were telling me anything about Rebecca and what did they expect me to do? Just lay there patiently and wait twenty years for an answer? No. If I wanted answers I was just going to have to go get them myself.

"She's still asleep," Matt told me before laying me back down onto the hospitals bed.

"Just like I was?" He nodded. "Then why didn't any of you just say that?" I exclaimed. They should've just told me she hadn't woken up yet. That's totally understandable considering I wasn't even supposed to be awake for at least another hour.

"I thought that something bad happened to her or worse! I thought she was dead the way all three of you were acting."

"But Juliet," Dallas said coming over to my other side. "It's more complicated than that."

Both Matt and Sam look up over and Dallas with an expression I couldn't quite tell if it was annoyance or fear.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, uh," Matt scratched the back of his head looking uncomfortable in the situation he was put in. "The doctors... They, they said that-".

"Juliet dear, you are awake already," my Fathers voice rung through the room. He stepped in holding a tray with four take out cups, which by the awful smell I could tell was coffee and set them down on the table by the end of the bed. He looked terrible. His eyes were sunken and had black rims around them. He looked tired and both physically and emotionally drained.

"How are you feeling?" He handed a cup out to each Dallas, Sam and Matt and then holding onto one for himself.

Where should I have began with just what I was feeling? Well I had just woken up after being in a car accident. Rebecca is still hasn't woken up. I can't entirely remember just what exactly happened. My head is pounding like crazy and the room is spinning ever so slightly. But yet I just say "I'm alright."

I said that because I don't want people to worry or panic or feel bad for me. I deal with things the way I always have, by myself.

"I'm really sorry but if you guys don't mind I'm just feeling a little tired so may just close my eyes for a while."