Damaged Goods

Chapter Nine

A week.

A week has passed. Those 7 days have felt like an eternity that's been going on and on, but never seems to end. I've watched 168 hours pass before my eyes without really living it, or seeing it.

I've sat next to a hospital bed each day refusing to move unless a nurse needs to do his hourly check or scans. I've been home perhaps 3 times out of these 7 days and that's at a stretch and only to shower and change my clothes. Other than that I've lived in one set for at least two times. That's a record for me, no makeup, no change of clothes, no sleep - I'm absolutely exhausted.

The police say that Dan was speeding and it was a head on collision between a van and well his bike. Doctors say he was extremely lucky to come out of it alive, but how is he lucky when he's in this state?!

He has head trauma, so he's in a coma, cracked at least 4 ribs and managed to severely injure his pelvis. Honestly, I always hated that damn bike.

They say he'll hopefully awake in the next coming days but they also never expected him to be induced in this... Sleep for so long either.

I can still remember the last time we spoke. No, not spoke. We screamed at each other.

"Don't ever come round to my apartment again. Got it? Or are you to fucking dumb?"

I guess those weren't either of our best moments.

Although he treated my like shit I wasn't going to abandon him, was I? He was my friend. Perhaps still is but whether or not we were friends no family or other friends had visited him and I wasn't going to leave him in the lurch all by his self. I'm not that much of a bitch.

As I'm mid way into my jumbled up thoughts the doors to Dan's private room swung open with a middle aged quite large doctor comes waddling in.

If I'm honest, he's kind of creepy. He had that weird thin hair that slicks over the sides of his head, using way to much wax. That slimy grin that you just want to wipe off and body language that just screams 'creep'.

"Hello Maisie, how're you doing?" Dr Green, the slime ball asks peering over at me for a couple of seconds before turning his attention to the only important person in this room, Dan.

"I'm fine. How is Dan? Has anything changed? I haven't noticed anything." I ramble on and ask a few questions that I'm dying to get answers for, but no one seems to be able to.

"He is in great shape, it may not look it from the outside but he is holding up very well. He's head trauma is decreasing and soon we will be able to tell if there will be any long lasting damage, his ribs are healing. Although there will still be a long process and road ahead of him it looks as if he will recover. However, these next few weeks are crucial."

I take all the information in and go over it in my already scrambled mind. He looks awful, there's still dried up blood around his nose and in his hair line and he is just... dirty. But the doctors seem to think he is healing when he hasn't woken up or showed any sign of doing so?

This is why I would never be able to be in the hospital profession; 1) way way way to much stress with all the shifts and literally having someone's life in your hands with one wrong move and they'll be croaked 2) I can't make sense of any of it, how does the body heal without showing any signs of doing so? and 3) I just wouldn't be able to cope with all the annoying people that would walk through the entrance doors.

The Dr takes Dan's obbs and leave the room within 5 minutes leaving me alone again.

I take a seat In the light blue leather arm chair that is situated right next to the hospital bed and reach out to grasp onto Dan's hand.

It may sound weird but I have a habit of talking to him. I know he won't/can't reply but I've read that even in a coma you can still hear, you just can't function as usual or reply.

So I just talk and talk and talk until I run out of things to say or even just get to tired to say anything.

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Hours turn into days and soon enough Dan has been in his medical induced coma for well over 2 weeks.

As I have been avoiding and not going to University Phoebe has gotten worried saying 'I'm being distant from everybody' and 'I need to still live my life with or without Dan'. She has also been a good friend and visited me with the work I need to catch up on and just sitting with me for how ever long her patience lasts that day - which is never longer than an hour or two, honestly.

I mean I know she is right and I do need to get back into my life and start going to Uni even if it's only a few classes a week, but I can't bring myself to leave Dan.

He looks so peaceful with his ruffled hair, stupid hospital robe that makes him look like an innocent kitten and all the wires poking out of his pale used to be tanned skin.

It's now Tuesday afternoon and the Dr's are becoming less and less hopeful.

They're beginning the bullshit of 'you have to start thinking about if he doesn't wake up'. It's been just over two weeks!

God, if I had been in that crash like he had I'd sleep for a year! You never know right? They could turn his machine off 5 minutes before he woke up. You just never know.

And that is what is keeping me going. The hope, the will, anything really that he is going to wake up. Not 'if' or 'might' or anything questionable, no he will.

I know he will.

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Okay, so this might be a god awful boring chapter. BUT I know in all these 9 chapters there's been drama in all of them and i know this isn't meant to be based off of real life , but I also don't want it to be terribly hard to imagine and fake.

I kind of just based this on you seeing Maisie's soft side. She's a tough cookie and well all you've really seen of her is her getting with multiple guys so I just wanted to show she's not to bad and get across her personality.

Also, I know how soon it is to include this crash, but honestly the next several chapters aren't going to be massively fake and huge so hopefully it makes up for this and I've just done the story line vice Versa.

More to come though!!!
More drama!!!
Will Dan ever wake up?

-Olivia x