Luke (ooooooooh)
I got into the car with my mother and the first place we went to was the hospital, and I knew exactly why. The entire tour, I've been thinking mostly about this. I've been waiting for this very moment.
We entered the hospital building and I saw Jack and Ben, both sitting on a bench waiting for me. I quickly ran up to them and dropped my bag to the floor. We all had a big bro hug.
Man, I missed these guys so much. They're bigger than ever because they're construction workers, always building projects. I admired them for that, as I saw them as strong men. While I, on the other hand, have developed nothing but lanky arms and long guitar-playing fingers.
"How is she?" I finally asked my mother.
"She's been doing really well. The doctors and us have been noticing that she smiles in her sleep. Her toes and fingers twitch too, like she's dreaming. Like intense kind of dreaming." Mom said.
"Yeah. I mean it's normal that she moves, but what's amazing is that she's been smiling almost everyday for the past few months." Ben explained.
That's great news and my heart started to expand, knowing her health has been progressing, and for her being happy almost everyday while asleep, it just sounds so lovely. What kind of dreams could she be dreaming of? Am I a part of those dreams?
"But," Jack said.
"But what?" I asked, with an exoectancy that my heart will drop in a few seconds. I've prepared myself for the worst scenarios since I've been on tour. I've been imagining the worst that could happen, and I've prepared myself to mentally take it.
"It's just that today, she hasn't smiled at all. And at one point it looked like she was crying." Jack explained.
"It's probably just a bad dream, though." Ben added.
Probably, I thought.
I let out a long sigh. She's fine, and that's all that matters. I've waited months to see her again, to be able to watch her sleep. Hold her hand and tell her all about the tour and how everyone's waiting. Waiting for her. That I've been waiting for her all these years, and that no one is giving up, and that no one will let her go. That she needs to continue to keep fighting like the fighter I've always known her to be.
And so I took a deep breath and entered the hospital room, passing the sign of her name plate.
"Patient: Christalyn Rachel Hemmings"
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