The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 13

"What are we going to do?" I pulled Sean into the hallway, and begin my harsh thoughts.

"I don't know, but whatever we do, we need to do fast,  He's loosing it every second.  If we can't get him to remember-" Sean begun, his face twisting up near the end.  I couldn't tell what he was doing, until I felt it.  My stomach gave a big kick and my hand grasped it tightly.  "I'm fine," I coughed.  But there was nothing I could do about what happened next.  I felt like a puppet on strings when my knees gave out and I fell forward into Sean.  Hot, sweaty, my heart ripping through my chest, and about to puke what tasted like blood, I shut my eyes and gave up fighting.  My body went limp and I couldn't think of anything.  Not even a speck of white.  Everything was black.

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"Grace?" Norman's voice chimed.  

My eyelids fluttered up and I shut them back due to the light in the room.  

"Oh sorry," Norman said, dimming the light.

I opened my eyes finally, and looked around  In another hospital bed.  But this time I was hooked up to a hundred different machines.  "What happened to Sean?" I asked, pulling an air mask off my mouth and nose.

"He has Demoxim.  And you.  You both do.  The doctors managed to stop me from it, but they're not sure how.  Maybe isolation from you two." 

I realized then that his voice sounds like static.  Through a speaker.

I reached my hand up from the bed of tubes and wires to touch Norman's hand.  I needed something warm.  I was shivering, half scared, but mostly cold.  To my surprise, my hand only bumped harshly into glass.  It ached more than it should and I jerked my hand back, almost in slow motion.  

I heard Norman chuckle, and could almost feel his gaze on me.  

Wait!  "Norman, what's my name?" I exclaimed slowly, opening my eyes.  

Before he answered, I saw that he was still in isolation.  No, I was in isolation.  I was in a glass room and Norman was beside me; on the other side of the glass.  He was in a wheelchair, speaking through a speaker so we could talk through the glass.

"Grace.  I know I said I don't remember, but, I was just confused at the moment.  The doctors put me on some drug or something.  Sorry I scared you." He explained.

"You almost made me cry." I confessed, my heartbeat as slow as a snail.  I felt as if I was in a whole other dimension since Norman's movements were so fast, and mine were sluggish.  

"When did they put me in here?" I asked.  

"When you collapsed.  So about a week ago." He explained.

My throat jumped.  "A week!?" I said, trying my best to sound surprised.  I was surprised, but since I had tubes across my face, arms, legs, hands, and head, it was difficult to make expressions and sound differently.  

"The doctors were surprised.  When Sean told me, I almost cried myself.  I felt bad for you.  You could've slipped away any moment you were unconscious." Norman pause as if debating whether or not to tell me something.  I stayed silent, waiting for it.

"Sean hasn't waken up yet." His voice quivered.

Sean's unconscious? I ask myself, in shock of sorrow.

"He passed out shortly after you did." Norman tried to hide his sadness with a sad chuckle.  

"You know what's funny?" He said, laughing quietly to himself and wiping a tear with his arm that wasn't in a cast.  I didn't answer, still trying to process this.

"I thought you were going to die.  And Sean, well, no one knows.  I mean, I gave you a scare with the crash.  I didn't know how serious it was until I woke up myself to hear the devastating news that Sean and you are knocking at death's door." He said.  Nothing was funny to me.  Not now.  I guess he was just doing his best to make the moment a happy one.  Like I just woke up from years of sleep.  Instead of making it a harsh discussion about death.

"The funny thing is, I didn't know what to do.  I sat in that bed for a week, scared to face you two.  I didn't want to see the tubes being shoved into your stomach, or air masks being strapped to your head's.  I was too scared.  Too scared." Norman said, his voice getting mad at himself.  

I couldn't help it, but my throat coughed again, and I brought the mask back up to calm it down.  Norman hung his head, and tried to think of something to say.  We both had nothing.

"At least you didn't make Sean sick." I say, bringing myself down.  

"Don't talk like that.  You couldn't help it.  I could've brought my *ss down here and visited you two, but I didn't." His voice cracked and his words hung in the air.

I let my fingers drop the mask and I looked around the room.  My eyes found the wall to my right, and there, strapped to all the machines I was, was Sean.  Limp and broken.  

"I'm sorry.  About the party." Norman said, bringing up a topic I couldn't bare to talk about.

"Alright." I said, still looking at Sean.  "It's OK.  I messed up, too." 

Norman sighed.  I didn't look over at him, but looked down at my finger that had a clip on it.  "Sorry I didn't wake up." I said.

Norman pressed the button, stopping the speaker from letting words pass and I looked up just in time to see his lips murmur something before he rolled away.  The thoughts filled my head and the image of Norman mouthing he loves me wouldn't stop swarming my aching head that night.

(A/N: Short chapter, but it's just a little way to catch up on what's been going on when Grace was in a coma.  Comment what you think about what Norman said!!   -Writingslayer) <3