Things Change

Relationships...

[Kira’s P.O.V.]

My leg was shaking uncontrollably. My hand tapped against it in rhythm. I looked around frantically, waiting for any sign of a doctor.

He grabbed my hand, “She’s gonna be fine, Kiki.” I turned to him and nodded while half smiling, which was very unconvincing.

“Calm down, babe,” he whispered to me and I shut my eyes, trying to holding in my tears. I sniffled loudly, sucking it all back.

I felt my phone vibrating in my bag, and I rummaged through it. I found it, looking at the caller ID and rolled my eyes.

“Hello?” I sniffed, standing up. I walked out from the waiting room into the hallway for some privacy.

“Shakira, where the hell are you?!” my mom yelled at me.

“Ma, I’m at the hospital, I--”

“Why?! What happened are you okay? Are you--”

“Mom, I’m fine! It’s Dominique, though. She, uhm... She had a heart attack.” I could feel myself welling up again. I wrapped my arm across my stomach.

I could hear her slightly gasp, “Oh my God. Honey, do you need company while you wait? ‘Cause I can leave work and--”

“No, mom, Christopher is here with me,” I reassured. “Oh,” I could tell she was a little disappointed. “Okay, well you know you can call me if you need anything, alright, sweetie?”

“Yeah, mom, I know.” I looked over my shoulder, peering through the glass and saw Christopher talking to the doctor, “Um, mom I gotta go, love you.”

“Love you too.” I could hear the worry in her voice, but I couldn’t focus on that now. I’ll talk to her when I get home.

I hurriedly walked back over to where they were waiting for me. They both turned to me and were silent.

“So, how is she?” I asked, nervously. I expected the worse thing possible. That she could be dead and I would never see her again. But I didn’t want that to be what I was about to hear.

He sighed, “Well, the good news is she’s not dead. The bad news is she’ll be staying for a little while, which I don’t consider completely being a bad thing.”

I nodded, taking all the information in. I sighed, she’s not dead. Thank you, Jesus. “So, when can we see her?” I asked.

“You can go in now, but she’s still asleep.”

“Okay.”

He led us to her room, 323, and slowly opened the door. I stepped in first, and Chris followed right behind me.

There lay her frail body, hooked up to all sorts of tubes to keep her breathing under control. Her broken leg was hanging in a sling attached to some metal bar that hung from the ceiling. Her face looked flushed, and she looked extra skinny.

Standing at the edge of her bed, I stared at her with a blank expression. One of my best friends... She could have died. Died. And....I would never have been able to apologize to her. Do you know how guilty I would feel? I could never live that down.

I looked back at the doctor, “Do you know when she’ll be waking up?”

“It should be in the next 24 hours.” He told me, and I plopped down in one of the chairs and crossed my legs, “Than that’s how long I’ll wait.”

“Kira, what about school?” Chris reasoned. I know, he’s just worried about me too. Why is everyone worried about me, when there’s a child here with a broken leg and had just suffered from a heart attack?!