It's not just complicated, it's a disaster

Disaster (Chapter Fifty Two)

Chapter Fifty Two

I woke up in Zeke's arms, but a more comfortable position than the one I had ended up in anyway. Zeke was still asleep with his arm wrapped around me. I lay across his bare chest and decided to wait for him to wake up. It never took long anyway.

I still had that good feeling inside me, like today would go well, and last night helped me a lot. I shifted slightly and Zeke groaned and turned towards me and then slowly opened his eyes and then smiled.

"Oh, hi," he said.

"Hi," I smiled. "It's kinda late."

"How late?" he asked, yawning.

"We'd usually be at the hospital now," I pointed out.

"Really?" he asked, sitting up.

"Yep," I nodded.

He smiled at him in the same way he had before.

"What?" I asked him.

He shrugged again.

"Oh my god, don't do this again, just tell me," I said.

"You're amazing, that's all," Zeke said. "You mean everything to me, I'm never going to lose you again."

I smiled widely and he kissed my head.

"I love you," I whispered.

We made our way to the hospital, and no one, not even my dad said anything about us being later than usual today, but I sure they all knew. I decided I needed to see Tom again. I had been told he'd improved, and that they had taken some chords away from him, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

"Are you sure you should go in there alone?" Zeke asked me.

"Yes," I nodded, "just for five minutes though... not long, don't worry."

Zeke was still worried of course and waited right outside the door. I breathed before I turned around to face Tom. He looked surprising better. There was less chords, less things controlling him, he looked just like he was sleeping, peaceful.

I realised I was still gripping on the door knob and I let go and walked forward to Tom's bed. A chair was placed next to him; it looked like someone had sat here for a while. I sighed and sat in the chair. Tom's hand now lay in my line of vision, and after staring at it for a moment I slid his hand into mine.

"Wake up soon please, Tom," I whispered. "I want you here to tease me about Zeke, and to make Claire happy again, to give her hope. She's better by the way; I think she's just missing you, which slows everything down in her recovery. She needs you to wake up, your sister needs you to wake up, your parents need you to wake up... I... I need you to wake up."

It's not like I expected a reaction from someone who almost brain dead, I didn't expect anything. It was like talking to my mother's grave, I just hoped they could here. I stared down at Tom's lifeless hand which I had gripped mine onto. I don't know what I expected, or why I was still just sitting here, when nothing wouldn't happen.

I sighed and stood up, still holding onto Tom's hand, I glanced at him. His face was smooth and stern, and peaceful. It was hard to explain what it felt like, seeing him like that. It was like looking at someone who was dead, but you know they're not, so it just doesn't seem.... right.