Glass Half Full (A Mavin Fanfic)

Chapter Six

It had been two days. I barely moved the entire time. My focus was on my clock for the duration of the past 48 hours, wishing for the hands to move faster than they were, waiting for the day I could visit Gavin again. 

And then it was 10am. I didn't even bother to grab a coat as I darted out the door, almost tripping over my own feet from the speed I was running. I scrambled around with my keys, trying to lock my door, getting fustrated at the key for not 'fucking getting in the hole'.

I sped out the car park like I had commited a crime, and pulled up at the hospital in under 20 minutes. Record time. Running into the ward Gavin was in, I ran to a nurse.

"Hi, I'm here to see Gavin Free."

She nodded and I peered through his door, the chair I always sat in close to his bed, turned to his face; I was so relieved. After all the speeding, seeing his face just relaxed me and I opened the door gently. I had almost forgotten how quiet it was in that room with him; the quiet whir from the machinery he was attatched to. But I wasn't even fazed by that anymore. I just wanted to sit in my chair and be with him. 

"Hey Gav," I said, staring at his face, not expecting a response but really hoping for one. "I'm here now. I made it. I'm here." I couldn't stand how dramatic I was being but I was overwhelmed that I had managed to see him again. "I regretted not seeing you that other day. I was really fearing the worst when doctors said I had to wait a whole 48 hours. I was an idiot for not seeing you sooner. What if something had happened?" I choked a little. "What if you had.." I paused. Saying that word only attracted negative thoughts to occur in my brain so I avoided it as best I could. And besides, I was all about being optimistic at this point. "But I really want you to wake up soon, Gav."

I'd heard from others that some people lasted months, even years in comas. I was really hoping that wasn't going to happen with Gavin. 

"I really need you to wake up now, bud. Geoff's birthday is coming up and you haven't signed his card. You'd love the present we got him Gav. It's a moustache grooming kit. It has all these little pairs of scissors and combs." I paused again. I bought that present with Gavin in mind. I knew he'd like him. He was idiot enough to like it. "I just really want you to see it." I choked again. I didn't understand why I was so affected by this whole situation. Sure he was my bestfriend, but none of the others visited this much. Did I just care more? Or did I care too much? And why...

"Gavin you need to wake up," I said, my tone slightly raised. I was worried by the feelings that were happening to me now. Why did I care this much, why? "Gav, wake. Up." In the back of my mind, I pictured myself shaking him, shouting "wake up" in his face but I just couldn't face doing that. It could affect his condition and that was the last thing I needed. 

"Just please Gavin.

Wake up."