Fantasy Becomes Reality

Chapter 101

I woke up in the hospital with machines attached all over me and my wrist was wrapped in a bandage. A nurse came in my room and I started panicking.

"Where's Andrew? My husband? Do you know where he is?" I asked and she didn't say anything to me as she checked my pulse.

"You're lucky you got out of that accident with just a sprang wrist and cuts and bruises." She smiled and I looked at her.

"Is the baby okay?" I asked and she nodded.

"The baby is fine." She smiled and I nodded.

"Where's Andrew?" I asked.

"I can't answer that right now ma'am." She said and walked out the room and I started crying. Like I always did when I didn't know what to do I started crying. A doctor came in the room, a man with blonde hair that was tall with the same kind of facial hair Andy had and he smiled weakly and pulled up a chair next to me.

"Andrew-" he paused and I looked at him.

"Please tell me he's alive, we have a daughter, a baby on the way, he has me, please." I cried and he calmed me down.

"He's alive." He said and I sighed in relief.

"You're baby is going to be okay, Andrew he's hurt, badly hurt." He said and I started crying.

"He's not awake yet, and you'll be discharged soon with the he minor injuries but he's hurt and you have to understand that." He said and I nodded.

"Please tell me he's going to live." I said and he nodded.

"He has a concussion, he has a few broken ribs, and broken arm." He said.

"If he wakes up there's a chance he might not remember who you are, or your daughter, there's a chance he might not remember a lot of things, but there's a chance he will." He said and I looked at him.

"He will." I said.

"Ma'am-"

"He will." I said and he nodded and patted my arm and stood up. He took my Iv out and all the other machines attached to me and looked at me.

"You can get dressed in your clothes, I'll be back soon." He said and I nodded and he walked out. I got up and quickly got changed into my shirt and leggings and converse and I waited impatiently for the doctor to come back in the room. When he walked in he looked at me and nodded.

"Can I go? Can I see him?" I asked and he nodded.

"You can see him but I don't think you would want to see him the way he is." He said and I shook my head.

"I need to see him." I said and I could feel myself starting to panick and he nodded.

"Where is he?" I asked out of breath, I was hyperventalating and he grabbed my arm and made me sit down on the bed gently.

"He's in 235, miss you need to calm down." He said and I pulled away from him and ran out the room. I was crying, I was hyperventalating, I was having a mental breakdown but I needed to see him. I was on the 100 floor and he was on the 200 floor in trauma. He didn't deserve this, I should have been the one that got hurt. He didn't need this. I got in the elevator and It seemed like it took forever for it to go up. As soon as the doors open I ran out and ran down the halls until I found 235 and I saw him laying in bed. He wasn't awake, he had a tube in his mouth and he looked so lifeless. He had cuts and bruises around his face and a small part for where he got stitches. It felt like I was in a movie, like I was in a dream that I was never going to wake up from. He was in worse condition than the doctor said and I sat down next to him in a chair and grabbed him hand.

"Andrew you cannot do this to me baby." I said and I squeezed his hand and intertwined my fingers with his. A nurse came in and she didn't say anything to me, every one was being weird, almost rude and it wasn't making anything better. It was scaring me and I was already crying. My dad didn't know and I knew he didn't. I was having so many thoughts in my head and I had no clue what to do.  I kissed his hand and rubbed the top of it as I cried and he laid there lifeless. If he saw what I was doing, if he saw me kissing his hand and crying he would hold me and kiss me and tell me everything would be okay and he couldn't and he wasn't and I just wanted him to wake up. So I could tell him every fight and argument wasn't worth in and that I was sorry for everything I did to him and so I could just tell him I loved him.

"I love you Andy." I said and looked up at him. For the first time he couldn't tell me he loved me back.