Black & White

Chapter 37

Here we are. We have come to an end of this book. I hope you all enjoy it. In case you don't understand from the context, Tom is Tristan's dad. Here we go on with the story. Thanks for reading!!

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*Tom's POV*

Taylor and I walked into the hospital quickly. We just got news back at the hotel that Tristan had landed and she was in her room so we could see her. She was still in the coma when they called, but who knows when she'll wake up? And we have to be there. Tina was in a coma before she ended up dying. She had woken up and next thing I knew she was gone. This is killing me, waiting here. What if the same thing happens to Tristan? Taylor and I can't lose her too. We can't.

The walk down the hallways was so familiar my mind wandered back to the time we came her for Tina. Once her condition had been somewhat stabled out over seas they flew her here. She then fell into a coma that lasted for three months. Three long, agonizing, painful, lonely months. Then one day, she woke up. Everything was perfect, we would go back to our little family of four.

Tristan, Taylor, and I had gone down for breakfast. When we came back up to her room, she was gone. They had moved her, because her heart had collapsed. They hadn't realized it, but a bullet had come dangerously close to her heart. Since they didn't know, they didn't remove it. When they started walking her around the hospital, the bullet entered her heart, causing it to collapse. Then, we are told that she passed away.

Remembering that day, caused a tear to roll down my cheek. Now, we were in the same hospital, same situation. Coma. Although the causes were very different, yet very similar.

"We're looking for Tristan Parker," I heard Taylor tell the nurses at the front desk.

She typed in the name in her computer. "Room 189. One visitor at a time please."

"Thanks," we muttered before turning to find her room.

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"You can go first dad, I'll just wait here," Taylor informed me and entered a private waiting room.

I nodded and walked into Room 189.

As I walked in tears streamed down my face. She looked so much like Tina laying there and flashbacks of that tragic ending flooded my mind.

"Oh baby," I cried and sat next to her. I couldn't say anything else. I wanted to, I wanted to plead for her to wake up. I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be fine. But I couldn't. I couldn't speak and I didn't know if everything was going to be fine. I've only had one experience with this situation and it didn't turn out fine. At all.

I wanted to blame Harry for this, I really do. But I can't help but think there was a reason for it. Harry is such a gentleman; kind, caring, respectful. He wouldn't do this, not on purpose anyway. There had to be a reason.

I just sat there and watched her for a while until a doctor came in.

"Hello sir, sorry to interrupt, but I need to check her vitals," he said politely.

"Can you tell me how she is first?" I asked hopefully.

"She's fine, her organs just need the rest this coma is producing. She'll wake up whenever they are reenergized. The baby however, was lost back in Ireland."

"Baby?"

"She was with child when the accident happened, the child didn't survive," he explained and began checking her vitals.

Child? Harry's child? I don't know which I going to kill Harry for, taking her innocence or killing his own child.

I was suddenly fuming, I had to get out of there. Taylor can have his turn now.