Unpredictable (Sequel to Un-be-lieveable)

Chapter 11- Reuniting Love

“This is all my fault. My fault. Just-UGH! Why?!” I mumbled to what I thought was myself.

“Toby its not your fault.” A small childs' voice called out to me and I ran a hand through my hair.

“Yeah! Em's been through so much, she'll pull through.” A girl about fourteen smiled reassuringly. I looked up at the dark skinned woman behind her, standing with a boy around the age of eight.

I gave out a sad smile to them all. “Hey Shawna. I thought you had off today?”

“I do.” She said putting a hand on my shoulder. “But on the way to the mall, i figured that I should stop by and see how you to were doing.” She explained sympathetically.

I rubbed my tired eyes. “Thanks. I keep being told she's gonna be okay, but I cant help but think this is my fault.”

“Its not your fault!” The girl cried out. I guessed her name was Rose. “Its the d-bag that threw the thing at yous fault!” Shawna lightly tapped Rose on the head and gave her a disapproving look for saying d-bag.

I smiled lightly. “Yes I suppose you're right, but still. I mean Ian's still mad at me. He doesn't even want to be here because he'd have to be in the same room as me.”

“But she's not in a coma.” Cam said enthusiastically. “At least there's some bright side.”

I smiled and looked back to Emerald just lying on the bed motionless. The only thing saying she was alive was the small rise and fall of her chest, and the heart beat monitor.

“Toby, she should be coming out of the anesthetics soon. Don't worry.” Shawna reassured before the kids said their goodbyes and Shawna herded them out the door.

“God damn it! Please Em, just wake up and let me know you're okay!” I cried out as I held her hand and let my head fall to the bed she laid upon.

Emeralds POV

You know that feeling that you get when you're sleeping but you have awareness of your surroundings, but you just cant wake up? Well that's how I'm feeling right about now. I lay on what seems like the most uncomfortable bed ever made on planet earth, listening into the conversation being held before my closed eyes. By listening to them all it sounded like there were four people, two of them being kids. The other two voices, the adult voices, they were people I knew. Shawna and Toby. Then by inferring I think the two kids are Shawna's. They were talking about something being someones fault, and...and my brother-Ian- and something else about anesthetics. Where was I? Why am I asleep? I know I'm not in coma, or even a comatose state. I just feel groggy, and unable to leave the land of dreams and happiness, otherwise known as sleep. God I love sleep.

“God damn it! Please Em, just wake up and let me know you're okay!” Toby cried out as he gripped my hand and I felt another weight on the bed. I focused all my thought and concentration on what I was about to do. He wanted to know I was okay, But hey, I'm to tired to get up. Finally I got the muscles in my right hand to tense up, and curl to mold with Toby's larger hand. The weight on the bed sharply lifted and Toby spoke out once more. “Em? Are you awake? Please wake up! Its been two days!”

 I felt myself smirk. Whoops, there goes my ticket of staying asleep. “Maybe I should make you suffer about 58 more days.” I said groggily as I slowly opened my eyes to the harsh light of the room I was in. Wait, is this the hospital? What happened? And why are my wrists bandaged?

“No please don't do that. I miss you too much already.” He smiled brightly. Slowly my eyes readjusted to the bright lighting of the hospital, and I found Toby with dark bags under his eyes and his tear stained cheeks raised in a smile. “I thought I lost you.” He said with relief as he hugged me tightly. I tried to hug him back but he stopped me before I could. I gave him a questioning look as he sat back down. His smile instantly turned into a frown, and his brows furrowed. “Please tell me you remember me...” He said with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah you're Toby Turner. That guy from YouTube. Why you're here im not sure.” I smiled sarcastically. “Yes of course I know who you are! You're my husband Toby!” I reassured seeing the sad look on his face after I said what I had.

“Thank god! You scared the crap outta me!” He said letting out a relived sigh. “Okay, then why the questioning look?” He asked leaning forward and propped his elbows on his knees.

I tried and tried again to search through my brain, but with my terrible short term memory, I found nothing that would lead to me being the one hooked to the bed, and why Toby all the sudden remembers who I am. “Well with being in the hospital and not knowing why, wouldn't you be confused?” I asked.

“Well I kinda have.” He smirked as I had a 'Duh!' moment.

“Right...” I said embarrassed

“You don't remember why?” I shook my head in response. Toby drew in a deep breath and started to tell me what happened, starting from when he woke up. (I am not typing that all out. Go reread it if you want -___-) “....So then I rushed to your room to find you trying to kill yourself. You said something along the lines of you ad tried before but your vivid imagination was apparently conjuring up me and fake me was telling you not to do it, that 'I' remembered So you didn't do it. But I guess you'd had enough of it, and went through with it, even though I wasn't part of your imagination. I was real.

“I told you that I remembered you, and that I was real, but you wouldn't believe me. You're so stubborn sometimes, even if it was something that could save your life. And then you made the cut, and before I could process what you had done, you had already done the other. I was too late.

“Then I heard Ian behind me, I think he was going to yell at me for being in the house, but you said something that changed his mind. You finally believed that I was real, and that I remembered everything. Instead he pulled you away from me and yelled to Anthony to call nine-one-one. I may have just sat there crying...but you know..totally didn't do that.

“Ian hasn't come by since the night you attempted all of this. I don't know if he doesn't want to see me, or doesn't want to see you the way you are, but yeah that's about it.” He explained tears running down his face, obviously because he was remembering the horrid night of my suicde attenpt. 

“Toby please don't cry. I'm okay now.” I said leaning over and carefully whisking his tears away. “It makes me cry when you cry...” I added quietly. He gently grabbed my forearm, being careful not to touch the heavy bandaging on my wrist, and lightly kissed my fingers.

“Never. Scare me. Like THAT. Again.” He whispered as he sat my arm back down on the bed.

“Don't Ever. Forget. Me.” I smiled back.

AN: AWWWWWWWWE!!!!!!!! Finally a happy chapter!!!! YAY!!! Are you guyses feels better yet? No? Well I think from here on out its happy...Its eventful I know that for sure. And I also know know its going to end! Its gonna be sooooooooo cute! Well at least the epilogue will be. I guess the last chapter will be too, but Emerald ends up in A LOT of pain...and Toby and Ian are for a few minutes, but that's because Em has no girls around her so she can have someone who can actually experience that sorta pain in their life at some point....I'm giving to much away aren't I? Well I guess if you're “Super smart” like I am, (I'm not that smart. But I'm AMAZING at inferring things...) you probably have an idea on what it is. I'm not going to tell you when it happens, I'm not even sure of what chapter it'll be. I don't even know how long this story will be!! All I know is that this Authors Note is really REALLY long, and I'm sorry for that. At this point I'm just rambling, and I'm really good at that. So you know, just like...I'm sorry for rambling and I should just stop typing right about now, and I will. Soo yeah...

If you guessed what the next event is, good for you. Here's a cat bunny thing =(^ . ^)=

Don't go crazy while I'm gone

~Browniebuscus <3