My eyes flicker open and I see the bright lights on the ceiling.
I raise my head and look around the unfamiliar room.
A hospital room.
I look around and see the machines all around me, and then down at my blood stained hands. Please be my blood.
Not . . Luke's. Oh my god.
Where is Luke? Is he okay?
I began to panic, and a nurse walked into the room.
"Oh good you're awake." She says, giving me a slight smile.
"Wh-where is he?" I ask, my voice cracking.
"Are you asking about Luke?" She says, raising her eyebrow.
I nod, and she sighs.
"I'm afraid to tell you that Luke is in a coma. We aren't sure when he will wake up. He got the worst of the impact, considering he broke his arm, and a couple of ribs." She says, and I felt my chest tighten.
My boyfriend was in a coma, and there was no guarantee that he would wake up.
I need to see him.
"Can I see him?" I ask, and the nurse sighs.
"I suppose." She says, beginning to unhook me from all of the machines.
She gives me some random clothes, I guess from the hospital, and I walked to the bathroom and changed from my hospital gown to the baggy, worn-out clothes. She then leads me down the hall to Luke's room.
She smiles, and walks away.
I stand in front of the door and take a deep breath. I turn the knob and walk into the cold room.
There he is. His pale skin is now purple with scattered bruises. He has a few cuts across his face, and a cast on his left leg. His blonde hair is now messy. His face is much paler than usual. It doesn't even seem like Luke, but at the same time, it does.
I brush my fingers across his bruised face, and grab his hand, rubbing over the back of his hand with my thumb.
"Luke. Please, please, please wake up. I don't even remember what happened. I just wanted some damn candy from the store. Why am I so fucking stupid? We could be at home right now, with Leeann and Michael, watching Anchorman or some shit. But instead I'm sitting here beside your hospital bed, begging you to not leave me here in this fucked up world without you by my side. I know we have only been together for a couple of months, but you're really special to me. Please just wake up." I cry, and my hands begin to shake, and my thoughts are all over the place. I can't lose him. I had fallen for this boy in the past two months. Going to the fair, and riding on that stupid Ferris wheel was the best damn thing I had ever done. I care about him so much and losing him would be the equivalent of a thousand knives in my chest.
The tears just rolled down my face, and my light sobs filled the silence of the small hospital room.
yeah so this chapter is sad OML I'm sorry guys.
