Ambitious Lies (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 26

The bright lights of the hospital make the bleak rooms look stark and horrible, the chairs as uncomfortable as the beds looks. Christian looks around, his crumpled shirt and wrinkled jeans making him look even more tired and washed out than he already is. Having been seen to and bandaged up days before, hes spent all day and all night sat at charitys bedside.

"Anymore news?" Amelia asks quietly, her face looking as tired and broken as his.

"Shes still in the coma, she hasnt made any improvement" Christian responds unemotionally.

Amelia nods and sits beside him, looking at the bed. Tubes and monitors cover Charitys bruised and battered body as it lays still and unmoving. "I dont understand, she spoke to you at the scene, she was talking in the ambulence"

"The doctors said once the adrenaline had worn off, the pain took over and the bleeding on her brain became to much" He says, his eyes never leaving Charitys face.

Amelia gulps back tears. "Its not fair it shouldnt have been her she-"

"It should have been me" Christian whispers.

"I will never forgive you if she dies" Amelia cries, tears falling down her face as she gets up to leave.

"Neither will I" Christian whispers to no-one as a tears slowly rolls down his cheek.

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The clock in the hall strikes midnight, Christian ignores the now very familiar sound as he stares blindly at the still form in front of him, her hand firmly in his.

Her smile, her touch and her voice come floaring toward him in his mind, his chest catches in his throat as the tears begin falling fast, tears dropping onto his and her hands clasped together.

"Please Charity wake up, open your eyes and I need to see you. Ishould have told you how I felt, you meant, you mean everything to me. I never stopped caring about you, god knows I could sleep with that woman, I couldnt think about anything but you and it scared the hell out of me. If I could take everything back and tell you I loved you, id do anything. I should have -"

Christian rests his head in the clasped hands, tears rolling silently down his cheek. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you light up every part of my life and I will never ever forget that Please wake up Charity, dont leave me. Dont leave me alone. Please"

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The busteling hospital moves around Christian as he sits holdingn her hand in day four, very little developments have occured. Christian feels a light tap on his shoulder as a shadow is cast of the bed.

"Unless your a doctor giving me good news, go away" Christian mutters, his eyes still on her.

"Not a doctor, but I hav come to see how my girl is doing" Christian turns to look at the visitor, an older man stairs back at him, his smart uniform looking out of place in the drab hospital room.

"I dont mean to be rude, but who are you?" Christian demands, slightly miffed at being disrupted.

The older gentleman takes a seat beside Christian, patting Charitys still leg as he sits down, Christian frowns at the action. "My name is Stan Brown, this young ladys cheufeer, and friend. At least sometimes I was, not when she was grounded though, she didnt like me then" He chuckles to himself "Oh boy she sure didnt like being cooped up, she did like to fly"

"If you dont mind me asking lad, who are you?" Stan looks at Christian with Kind eyes.

Christian carries on stairing at Charity, his eyes blank.

"You know boy, shes not going to break if you take your eyes off her" Stan remarks.

"If you dont mind, Id rather be alone with her" Christian comments gruffly.

Stan shakes his head and chuckles again, causing Christian to growl "Leave now please"

"You know, I cant get into the driveway anymore, there are flowers as far as the eye can see, candles and teddies are everywhere. Those internet bookface things have been set up and all night vigils are being held outside he hospital. Open your eyes son, shes been around a while, many people love her and many people wish her to get better but you working yourself up and making yourself ill is not going to help her when she finally does open her eyes. She wont break if you take your eyes off of her" Stan pats his shoulder comforting.

"She is broken" Christian responds, his voice breaking with emotion.

"My girl is stronger than that, she resting, and If she thinks you've given up on her already then there will be hell to pay!" He chuckles.

"How can you be so positive?" Christian asks, helpless.

"I am an old man, I know by now that what will be will be, at the moment she is alive and breathing with functioning brainwaves, if the worst is to happen, it will happen out of our control and we will deal with that if it does happen, Right now though we carry on believing that everything is going to be ok" He states simply.

"I love her" Christian takes his eyes off her to look at Stan, his kind eyes look back as he places an old hand on Christians shoulder.

"I know kid, I know" He smiles sympathetically. "Makes sure you call me when my girl wakes. She'll want her special pajamas" He smiles at Charitys face and leaves.

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Day 5. Christian wakes from his nap, his face resting on Charity s chest. her steady breathing soothing him. He smiles at her "Morning trouble".

He nurse walks in to do her usual rounds, smiling politely at Christian as she checks through Charitys notes. Replacing them again she walks away to the next bed. Looking down at his clothes, he sighs. He managed to quickly drive home and change his clothes and pick up a toothbrush and rae back again. Nothing had changed in the time that hed gone, she was still in the same position that hed left her in.

The doctor pops his head around the door, knocking lightly before entering and shutting the door quietly. "Mr Hunter, I would like to talk to you about continuing Charitys Care, It has been five days and I believe we need to discuss where we should go from here"

Christian keeps his eyes glued to Charity as he processes what the doctor is saying."I want things to stay as they are, she is fine, shes resting'

"This is a difficult case, there is a possibility that sh3 may wake up but in cases like this, it is unlikely. She suffered extream injuries and the trauma to the brain has caused it to shield itself, we cant even begin to access the damage if there is any. Unless she decides to wake up, nothing can be done"

"She will" Christian growls.

"I hope in god that she will, please consider the options available, the longer she stays in this state, the chances of recovery grow slim" The doctor nods to Christian and leaves the room.

Christian rises suddenly and kicks the chair he sat on across the room in anger. "Wake up! For fucks sake Charity. I cant do this alone Charity and I wil, not let you leave me now. We cant be over before we've started, we... we cant be, your mine, you ... o please god, please help her wake up, I am begging you." Christian collapses on the floor, his head on his arms, silent rears rolling down his face.

Suddenly the blanket falls from the bed. Christian raises his head, looking at the blanket, he slowly rises to his feet. Looking at Charity in disbelief, he observes every inch of his body, his hands tremeling as he holds her hand close to his heart. As he steadies his heartbeat he feels a fery slight twitch in her fingers. He stares down at them kissing them softly. "Please come back to me" He whispers hopefully.