Breaking The Grey [Book #2]

Chapter 6: Part 1

North

I have this specific memory of Allie and I that I always seem to fall back too whenever I feel claustrophobic or overwhelmed with emotion. We have a lot of memories that only I can really cherish anymore, but this one was different on my part.

We were young, of course, and it was the second time we've ever had sex. It was in my poor cracked wall of a room on my beat up mattress. I tried cleaning my room as much as possible before she came over because I wanted it to be perfect which was weird because we had sex in the woods around people.

My real parents were out doing god knows what and here we were, having timid and innocent sex. I've never seen her so amazed at something so ... minuscule. She loved my pale, skinny, wonky, curve less body at the time. She made me feel ... beautiful. She made me feel safe and comforted me whenever I started getting unsure about if we should go on.

It was the first time Allie got to see me nervous, shy and self conscious. She was usually the nervous and shy one. It's like we switched places that day. It was intimate and passionate. It's something I hold close to my heart because no one ever made me feel that way again. No one ever made me clean my room again out of self consciousness, that's for sure.

After that breakthrough, we started having sex everywhere and anywhere like any other couple of horny teenagers.

It's been three days and she hasn't woken up yet. The doctors say she isn't in a coma, but it's more of a much needed rest since she technically was probably in so much pain, her body kind of ... gave out. They've been force feeding her in her sleep and changing her.

She has a pretty bad concussion, but no internal bleeding or damage. She has a bandage wrapped around her head that covers half of her forehead and the entire top of her head. She actually suffered serious head injuries - gashes and cuts. Lots of stitches, but they say they can't measure her trauma yet because she's not awake. Her face and neck is a little marked up from shattered glass.

She's lying in this dingy hospital bed with a pale blue dress on her ... hooked up to a heart monitor and other wires stringing up and down her arms.

The first night she was hooked up to a breathing monitor. The first night was the worst night.

She has nothing entirely broken, just sprained or badly bruised to the point where there are welts on her for the most part. According to the driver that hit her, she walked out into open road during a green light. He described it as sudden and definitely not on purpose. She completely destroyed his wind shield. I decided to not press charges on him, since it isn't his fault. He also called the police and rode with her to the emergency room.

I haven't slept these past three days. I haven't eaten correctly either. I've been here by her hospital bed waiting for her to open her eyes and just wake up. I've been waiting and readying my apology for being so ... me. I break down in tears every time I have to leave back home without her, knowing that something can go wrong any second.

The first night I stormed in through the hospital screaming and panicking. Sherry accompanied me through the unwanted ride on this roller coaster. Yanet was the one who had to calm me down and explain everything to me. I've been a nervous wreck ever since.

I adjust my navy blue cardigan across my white shirt and fold my hands in my jeans. I've been putting on a small amount of foundation to cover up the developing bags under my eyes and all the redness in my distressed face. I never leave her side unless I'm getting food or using the restroom.