Miracle

Chapter 16: Time To Let Go

Zack's pov:

James comes running down the hallway right to me. "Hey! How is she?"

"They finished pumping the pills out of her stomach and I think they're about to wheel her into a room right now."

He nods his head and lets out a sigh. "Two hospital trips for Lizzie in one week? I'm really starting to worry about her Zack."

"I know. Me too."

Just then, the doctors open up the doors and wheel Lizzie out on a gurney. She's clearly unconscious, but she's breathing. They start down the hall and James and I follow close behind. She's put in a big room with a bed, a couch, and 3 chairs. They place her on the bed while James takes the couch and I sit in a chair. The doctor leaves, saying he'll be back. We sit in silence for what seems like forever.

Finally the doctor returns, breaking the tension.

"I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?" He looks straight at me.

"Um, she's his sister, not mine." I say awkwardly pointing at James.

"Oh. Well I thought you were the boyfriend."

I slightly blush. "Uh no, I'm not." I force a subtle laugh.

"Alright then. What's your name big brother?"

"James."

"Okay, James, do you want the good news or bad news first?"

"Bad." He says shakily.

"Well, Lizzie has to remain here for the next few days, but the good news is that we were able to remove all of the pills from her stomach and she's going to be just fine. In fact, she should be waking up soon."

I smile a little and return to my chair besides Lizzie's bed. I take her hand in mine as I did the last time we were here.

I rest my head on the side of the small mattress and soon enough my dreams take over.

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I awake to the sound of arguing.

I hear James's voice and the other one sounds familiar, soothing. It sounds like home.

Lizzie.

I keep quiet for a little while longer to hear what they're fighting about.

"I'm sorry James! But you have to understand why I did it, please..."

"How can I understand when you won't explain?!"

She goes silent.

"Look... I did it because I was afraid."

"Of what sis?"

"Of living."

What does that mean?

It's so silent that you could cut the awkwardness in here with a knife. I decide to break it by stretching and pretending that I just woke up.