Drowning In Hope {Smouldering Love Sequel}

~ Chapter 9 ~

Smouldering Love II

(Drowning In Hope)

Chapter 9

"I've given her more than 24 hours and her brain activity defiantly hasn't increased. In actual fact it's getting lower." Dr. Zimmerman's voice was doubtful.

"Her chances of surviving are getting quite slight." He sighed.

"Is there anything we can do?" Ricky asked.

"I've said it before, there is nothing you can do to save her, we're already doing everything we can and nothing good is happening." Noah was silent through the conversation, thinking something over in his mind.

"What day is it today?" He finally spoke.

"Sunday." Both Dr. Zimmerman and Ricky spoke at the same time.

"If she's still not awake by Monday morning." Noah paused. "I think it'd be easier if you just turn off the machines." Dr. Zimmerman's facial expression straightened and Ricky's fell.

"No! You can't!" Ricky pleaded, Noah walked out of the room. "You can't listen to him! You have to keep her alive!" Ricky yelled, waving his arms around the room.

"I'm sorry Ricky, it's completely up to Brooke's family what happens to her." Dr. Zimmerman left the room. Ricky was feeling so many different emotions he didn't know whether to feel jealous, angry, sad, defeated, powerless or all of the above.

"Noah! Why would you fucking do that to her?" Ricky yelled down the hall. Noah was walking with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"She's your family, You can't do that to her!" All of the hospital staff and patients were all staring at Ricky as he stomped down the hall with anger.

"She's in there fighting for her life and you couldn't care less!" Noah spun around and faced Ricky.

"Why would I even be here then hey? If I didn't care why the fuck would I be here!" Noah shouted.

"You're just in here to make yourself look good! I've been by her side by day 1 and all of a sudden she's been shot and you're going to be her superhero brother? Well that's really working for you isn't it?"

"No it's not working, because she's fucking dead! Face it Ricky, even the doctor said there's nothing we can do. They might as well not waste their time." Noah shouted.

"Waste their time? Right.. What a great brother you are. You asshole." Ricky turned away from Noah and began to walk back to his girlfriend. The only person in the world who truly understood him. The nurses, doctors and patients who were all staring before looked at Ricky with wide eyes, everything was in slow motion. One second Ricky was standing up right and walking and the next second he was plouded into the ground by what he presumed was Noah's body.

"You selfish prick!" Noah pinned Ricky to the ground and punched him square in the face. Everything went black and that's the last thing Ricky could remember.

*

"You're awake! How do you feel?" Logan's voice filled Ricky's ears.

"That's a nasty bruise you've got there." He commented. Ricky was laying in a hospital bed.

"Argh where am I? What happened?" He sat up right quickly then soon regretted it. He felt dizzy and now nauseous. He could barely talk because his lip was swollen and his eyes were only just staying open.

"You're in a hospital bed, it's 7am.. Um. It's raining outside..." Logan trailed off trying to think of more information to give to Ricky.

"Ooh I've got one. Your name is Logan." A voice suggested.

"Yeah I'm Logan, oh and remember Lily? Yeah she's here too!" Logan grinned while picking Lily up and placing her on his shoulders.

"What happened to me..?" Ricky asked annoyed.

"Oh Noah punch you in the face a few times. It looks pretty nasty. You blacked out for awhile.."

"What day is it?"

"Monday." He replied. Ricky's heart beat fastened. Monday morning. Brooke might have woken. Ricky wasn't by her side. Why did he leave her side in the first place? Ricky pushed the sheets off him and climbed out of the hospital bed.

"That's a really bad idea bro, get back in the bed." Logan instructed. Ricky looked down at his hand, he had a drip in it. He yanked on the cord connected to the needle in his hand. The needle flew out with the drip, Ricky yelped due to the pain and made a run for it down the hall, he had to figure out where he was first. He found an elevator and jumped inside, a sleepy looking nurse was inside.

"Good morning." She smiled.

"Yeah whatever." He growled and pressed a button on the elevator. The two sliding doors opened and Ricky ran as fast as he could down the hallways until he finally, after what felt like a marathon, reached the door. 312B. It was now or never..

He opened the door, the lights were off and the only source of light in the room was coming in through a window on the other side of the room. Ricky jumped towards the bed.

"Brooke!" He yelled.

"Baby! Please wake up! Open your eyes, it's me Ricky!" He held her cold palm in his hand, it wasn't as cold as usual, maybe that was just Ricky imagining things. He had been knocked out for the past.. However many hours.

"Brooke, please just open your eyes, do it for me please!" He started to cry, the tears slid down his cheeks.

One of the machines by Brooke's bed began to beep fast and quite loudly.

"No! Please, wake up!" Ricky sobbed, he heard footsteps thumping down the hallway. Ricky held her hand tightly in his own. He sobbed, bent over the bed, resting his head on her leg. Soaking her sheets with his tears.

"You have to fight for me, please Brooke!" He cried. The footsteps got closer and closer down the hall. Ricky's grip loosened around her hand, not on his own will. It was her. Her finger had twitched!

"You need to get out of here!" A group of doctors and nurses rushed into the room.

"She's alive! Brooke you're alive! She's awake!" Ricky shouted with excitement as one of the nurses pushed him out of the room.

Ricky had an uncontrollable smile plastered across his face, it was hurting to smile physically because of his busted lip, but emotionally it was the best feeling in the world.