FlAvor

Chapter 23

Flashback are in Bold Italics

First night of Blaine's coma

After my panic attack, the nurse had been able to calm me down. She told me that talking to Blaine could help me and him in the process. I begged her to let me sleep on his bed with him. The pity in her eyes must've pushed her to granting my request.

I laid on Blaine's chest, absentmindedly drawing hearts on his covered stomach. The sound of his slow beating heart calmed my nerves, somewhat. He may be alive, but he's hanging on by a thread.

"I love you so much, Blaine."

How easily that word slips from my lips. The emotion is truly real in my heart. I love him with everything in me. A piece of me will always be with him. He has my heart, and one day he'll realize that I don't want it back. Ever.

"I need you to wake up so I can tell you that. So you can hear it from me." I released a long sigh. "The nurse says you can hear me, but I'm not sure how accurate that is."

It was so quiet in the room. So cold.

The thought of being back in that underground warehouse, tied up against my will, sends a chill up my spine. My arms circle around Blaine for more comfort. More security. There's nothing else I would ask for. Except for one thing.

"Please, God. Shine your light on Blaine and bring him back to me," I said as tears fall from my eyes. "Please?"

Second Day of Blaine's coma

Bre and Mickey came by to visit me in the hospital. Though I was happy to see them, I wasn't in much of the mood for talking. I did so much of that yesterday with the cops. So instead, I listened to them on what's been going on their lives since my kidnapping. It takes my mind off of it. A distraction from the fact that Blaine still hasn't woken up yet.

After they left, I adjusted myself out of my bed and into his. My fingers graze his cheek, run through his hair, and any other part of his beautiful face I could get my hands on.

"You shouldn't be here," I said, shaking my head. "Your eyes should be open and full of life if it weren't for me."

In my mind, I know he's scolding me from where my thoughts were going, but I couldn't help it.

He didn't deserve this. He should have never gotten hurt.

"The nightmares I have from that night... the constant worry that I'm still stuck down there is so frightening. I'm not sure how to handle all of this."

And when I woke up in the middle of the night in the midst of another panic attack, I knew that I wasn't okay. It was so clear, so vivid in my mind. The images of Darren, Daniella, and Byron all together in one room, torturing me. Either it was the withdrawals from those god-forsaken drugs, the nightmares, or both, but something was completely wrong with me.

And I don't know how to be okay with that.

Third Day of Blaine's coma

"It's all your fault Adrienne."

"I'm still here. I'll always be here."