Cat and The Monster (Rewriting)

=Chapter 35-Cat And The Coma=

=Chase's P.O.V= That GIF of Isaac though

I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move. I could not move.

I was awake, I knew that I was awake, but I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move. I couldn't......do anything. First I freaked out, and then I realized that probably wouldn't help my current.....situation in any way, so I stopped freaking out. It smelled like hospital, so I knew that was where I was, but at the same time, I didn't really know where I was at all, was I dying? Would I die soon?

"I see you're awake." I heard a familiar voice say. My dad. As much as I hated him and did not want to talk to him at all, I didn't really have a choice right now. "Chase, your car went off the road, you're in a coma." A coma? As in a coma coma? Oh. I wanted to say that I wasn't in a coma, that I would wake up soon and that I'd be fine, but I couldn't say any of that, not only because I was in a coma, and because it wasn't true.

"I'll give you two a minute." A person who I was guessing was a nurse said as my dad exhaled. I felt his hand grasp mine, and while I kind of hated him, the fact that he was there showed he cared in the least bit, I guessed.

"Chase, I'm so sorry." Then I felt wet tears on my hand. "They told me they either had to put you in a chemically induced coma, or you would die. You lost a lot of blood." His voice cracked, and I felt myself wanting to actually be able to smile. I heard the door open, and the hope I was carrying rose.

"Hey." Nope. It was just Isaac. He made some shuffling noises, which meant he was probably sitting next to me right now. He grabbed my other hand in a friendly notion and sighed. "I came as soon as I heard. I'm sure you'll be fine, Monster, you're like the strongest person I know, a coma is like a scrape." His words are supposed to encourage, me, they're supposed to make feel better, but they don't.

"Thank you, Isaac, for being here." My dad says, his voice still muffled through tears, and restrained sobs. All I want to do is ask Isaac if Cat knows, but I can't exactly do that.

"No problem Mr. Ross, he's like family to me, I'm practically in love with the guy." He jokes and even my dad lets out a chuckle. "Did they um.......did they say how long he would be like this?"

"They aren't sure. If his condition improves then maybe just a couple of days or about a week." My dad says, hope filling his voice.

"And if it doesn't?" Isaac wonders, not sure weather or not to go along with my dad's hopeful phase. My heart thumps, or at least I think it does, as my dad sets an unbearable silence on the room. Isaac kind of squeezes my hand, probably more for his sake than mine, as my dad sighs.

"It will."

"Oh, well, everyone says hi, um.........if you were awake you'd probably ask about Cat." Thank God Isaac, I'm in practically in love with you now too. "She um........well......when I told her she kind of went to her room. She'll come around, I know she will, she's just you know......girls need their space, I guess."

That was it. I'd be in a coma for however long I'd be in a coma, and Cat would live her life without me, she'd go to college, she'd finish college, she'd meet some great guy that she'd be happy with, she would marry him and then she would grow old and die with him, while I did none of that.

Eventually I fell asleep, and I'm guessing Isaac left, and maybe even my dad left, because at the end of the night, I felt peaceful, I felt okay. I felt fine.

No I didn't. Who am I kidding. All I could think about was what I lost when I went off that bridge. It was my fault though, not Cat's. Not anyone's. Mine.

=Cat's P.O.V=

A coma? Chase Ross, the Monster, was in a coma? Isaac's words had put things in perspective for me. It had made the obvious even more obvious, though I was kind of an idiot for not realizing the obvious in the first place.