How to Love Again

Chapter Thirteen: Forgotten

As they arrived at the hospital, Michele jumped out even before the car had stopped moving. Time had passed and she wasn’t going to lose any more minutes by being patient.

            Checking in at the admit desk, Michele was told that Logan wasn’t in a room yet and still being evaluated in the emergency room since his arrival only ten minutes before. The clerk had no information on Logan’s status so all Michele could do was wait.

            One by one, the hospital lobby began filling up with Logan’s teammates from his and old and new team. By the expressions on everyone’s face at that moment, no one could tell that anyone had just won a high school championship football game; everyone was scared for their friend.

            Nearly an hour passed before Michael came into the lobby. Seeing his face, Michele could tell it wasn’t going to be the news she was hoping for. Walking back into the hallway with Grant, Michael explained that Logan had suffered a concussion from the late hit causing some swelling in his brain and that he was in a coma.

            “What does that mean?” Grant asked. “What did the doctors say?

            Michele looking stunned, she couldn’t speak. Memories from the accident and her sister’s coma had flooded her mind reminding her of what happens when people are in comas.           

            “The doctors just don’t know what’s going on,” Michael said as he scratched his head trying to find the words as he struggled with his son’s prognosis. “We are just praying for the best, they did say that since Logan is so young and strong he has a good chance…”

            “A good chance at what,” Michele finally being able to speak. “Surviving, waking up, or living the kind of life he deserves.”

            “I don’t know,” Michael said pulling Michele in for a hug trying to reassure her that everything was being done.

            “Can I see him, I need to be with him, he needs to know that I’m here,” she said.

            Michael walked Michele to Logan’s floor and that’s when a much needed familiar face greeted her at the nurses’ station.

            “Michele, I just heard about Logan,” Sandy said coming from behind the desk to hug Michele. “Logan is my patient tonight, so he’s in good hands, he will be coming into his room in a few minutes, he is just getting some tests done.”

            Michele felt a little better when she knew that Sandy was going to be taking care of him, after seeing the way she treated Nanny; Logan was in the best hands possible.

            “Michele, I’m so glad that you’re here,” Bethany cried grabbing Michele’s hand.

            Waiting in the room as the minutes ticked by, Michele didn’t know what to do when she saw Logan or what he would look like. As he was brought down the hallway, he was attached to several IVs and monitors.

            “The best news is that he is breathing on his own, which is a very good sign so maybe the coma is just temporary as his brain is recovering,” Bethany explained.

            As soon as the nurses left the room, Michele pulled her chair up to the side of Logan’s bed and took his hand into both of his.

            “I know I am way out of line for even asking this of you two, but can I have a minute alone with Logan?”

            “Of course,” Bethany said. “We need to go fill out some paperwork and deal with insurance stuff. We also need to find my parents.”