Story 3 In a coma (part 1)
The heart monitor was the only sound in the room that you could hear in the white hospital room. Caleb Rivers, laid in his hospital bed, in a coma. Hanna Marin, his girlfriend, was sitting in a chair, on the left side of him. Three empty coffee cups were strewn on the table next to her. Her eyes red and puffy, and her right hand attached firmly to his left. She'd never forget what she felt at that moment when she saw him on the stretcher, a bandage covering his gunshot wound. She'd always remember the weight crushing down on her. Or when she was sitting down in the hospital waiting room her legs bouncing up and down like a mad woman wondering if the love of her life would live or not. Hell, she was still thinking that right now.
What if the heart monitor just randomly formed into a straight line? Or if his wound started bleeding, and it wouldn't stop? Or he forgot about Hanna? She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, but it was hard too. What if all their tiny little memories were forgotten? And those tiny little memories meant the world to Hanna. Like Dong Po. Or when Caleb said: "Would you like to share a towel too." When they had sex in a tent. Or when they had a vicious make-up make-out session against the wall. Their first kiss. His beanie hat. When he called her princess in their first detention together. Hacking. She smiled to herself. In the end she had to thank Emily for it, or Maya. They made it all happen, with Maya being at True North, Emily wanting to call Maya, but couldn't. So they kinda made the start of it. They made her make him sleep in the basement, then kiss her neck while she was making him cereal, and everything from then. It happened because of a phone, and then it grew into something bigger, a relationship. Hanna sighed, and lifted herself from the chair, she once again sat on the edge of Caleb's bed for about the hundredth time that day, and looked at him. Was he ever gonna wake up? She thought to herself. She wiped away a stray tear, and used that hand to push a strand of hair out his eyes, it had been bothering her. She sighed once again, placed herself on the ground, and gently kissed the top of his forehead, nose, and lips. She sat down, alone to her thoughts.
The door opened, and Hanna craned her neck to see. It was Spencer, bringing in two cups of coffee. Emily needed time, with Paige, after the events of that night, which took place little under three days ago. And, Aria was off with Ezra somewhere. Spencer sat down next to Hanna, and gave her, her fresh cup of coffee. She was there for Hanna, for her moral support. And, also the fact they were the closet in the group of four, they could tell each other everything. Also the fact she was one of Caleb's best friend as well.
"You doing okay?" Spencer whispered, they were both distraught. A lot of people didn't know, but Spencer and Caleb were best friends. Hanna shrugged, and sipped her coffee.
"Ish. I called Claudia yesterday, after they gave me Caleb's phone, she said she'd get here as soon as she can, and she'd text me when she's boarding, getting in a taxi, and here. Something big is happening where she works, so." Hanna replied, looking at Caleb's body, so many wires and needles attached. She shivered at the sight. She was the one who caused this. Well, in reality, Lyndon was, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that it was her fault. She told him about -A, and he was persistent to come, she let him, and he got shot.
"You know it's not your fault, right?" Hanna shrugged once again. "Hanna..."
"It's just like, I told him about -A, and I let him come, when I shouldn't have, and I feel really annoyed at me. And, ugh." Spencer gulped her coffee.
"More like he figured it out. Then you guys had this aggressive make-out session against the wall, and then had sex in his car." Hanna chuckled, and wiped away a tear that had fallen.
"Yeah, I remember telling you and only you at school in the courtyard." Spencer chuckled, and Hanna circled her pointer finger around the edge of the coffee cup lid.
"Because we tell each other everything." They both said, in baby voices, and chuckled. "I remember when we made that promise, second grade after being best friends for two years, when your Mum and Dad were fighting, and I had ran away from home." Spencer said, looking at the wires attached to Caleb.
"Yeah, that was a good day." They were silent, and Hanna sipped her coffee cup. A small moan emitted from Caleb, and he turned his head to the side, only to notice that it was hard too. Hanna stood up straight away, and Spencer left, leaving the couple for some time. Hanna bent her head over Caleb's, breathing heavily in and out. Caleb moaned again, and opened his eyes. He shut them again from the sudden light into his pupils. He wondered where he was. This wasn't his bed. Nor was it Hanna's. Why was it so hard to move his head, he thought. Caleb felt loads of wires and needles attached to him, and wondered why he was on this lumpy bed, again. He felt someone's hand in his, and he recognised the spark. It was Hanna's. He squeezed her hand gently, and attempted to open his eyes. He did, and the first sight he saw were Hanna's blue eyes, which were swimming with tears, of course, out of happiness.
"Hey beautiful." Caleb whispered, not being able to find the strength in his voice to speak probably. He thought it would be shown as weak, but Hanna didn't mind at all, she was just happy he was awake. That he was alive.
