My Sweetest Downfall

Chapter 11

Recovering from a coma was a lot harder, and longer, than I expected. The doctor informed us that I would have a faster recovery than the average span of a patient's recovery from a coma. But it was still too long for me. It was leaving me impatient. By the time I was even able to at least stand up on my own–and by own my own, I mean with a walking aid–Fall has already ended weeks ago.

We spent Christmas in my hospital room. Everyone was there... including Fluffy. Somehow, the nurse who was responsible of checking on me every once in a while agreed to have my pug over for Christmas, only, since animals really aren't allowed inside the hospital. Ivan and Laura even came. Although we were few, everyone brought a lot of everything. It was like a feast. It somehow also got rid of my homesickness. But everytime the door opens, my heart stops for one minute, expecting that maybe one day, the one behind the door was him.

Mom said their tour already started, the same day I woke up. Their flight was the night I woke up. The same news I heard from Ivan when I was in a coma. Everything seemed to connect. I kept telling them what I saw, what I heard, what I experienced, when I was in a coma. From when I saw myself leaving the hospital to when Caleb and I were in the park. Every huge moment that I saw when I was asleep happened on the same day in reality. Even the day I woke up was the exact same day I met with Caleb again; the exact same day their tour would also begin.

There were also times my mother told me she would feel my presence in my room, as if I was still sound asleep in my bed. She would always go to my room, expecting to see my lying down with my comforter wrapped around me as I let out a loud snore. But, every single time she would check, there was nothing there but an empty space. But she could still feel my presence inside that room.

It was the day before New Year's Eve. I was so bummed to get out of the hospital, but my condition chained me to only reaching the hallways. I was already out of breath once I reach the hospital's balcony, which explained why I was always on a wheelchair in the morning, since the nurse would bring me to the balcony as part of my therapy for relaxation. She said it seemed to help me, especially since my mom left me with my camera.

My regular nurse, Sarah, would always be in my room by 6 am sharp. She would give me my breakfast that was completely tasteless, along with my daily dose of medicine, a little bit of stretching, and would help me get on a wheelchair and go with the day with smiles.

I took a deep breath slowly, closing my eyes as I filled my lungs with the fresh, humid air.

"This... is a morning."

"You say that everytime I bring you out here," Sarah giggled.

"Well, it is. The sight of the people walking casually, the not-overpopulated sidewalks, and the peace and quiet of the morning is what makes so... indulging."

"Yeah, and the chunks of snow piling in the sidewalks and the streets getting frozen is still a pleasant view," she said in a sarcastic tone.

"Exactly. It's a perfect day to just take photos & chill."

Sarah chortled as she rested her hand on one side of her hip, "Alright, if you say so."

"Any news from the band, yet?"

I pressed my lips, shaking my head bashfully after a short pause, "They're still on tour. It'd be impossible to contact them, now."

"Now that you mention it, you were also the nurse of Caleb, right?"

Sarah sighed and let a smirk escape her lips, "Yup. Oh, boy. You have no idea how I reacted when I found out it was the actual Caleb I was gonna check on regularly."