The Reality of my Dream

Chapter Eight: This Horrid Lullaby

Chapter 8: This Horrid Lullaby

Ryan’s POV:

Junction Hospital.

I just sat in the driver’s seat, staring at the building. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stay still. I just wanted to leave. I couldn’t go back in there. Not after… not ever. I sat there. Just sat there.

Lynsey could be dying Ryan. Lynsey is in there she might be dead, she might be alive. Either way she needs you. You have to go inside. You have to see her.

I unbuckled and got out. I looked up at the tall white building with so many windows and took in a giant breath, let it out, and walked to the door.

I went inside and up to the front desk. “Hello Sir. May I help you?” the curly-haired blonde woman behind the desk asked.

“Umm.. yes. I’m looking for Lynsey. Lynsey Mason?.” I said, pulling on my sleeves.

“Yes. Miss. Mason.” she typed on the keyboard a little, “I’m afraid that…” my heart dropped hearing those words. “... Miss Mason is still in a coma. You can visit her if you’d like though.”

“Yes. Um… yes I would like to see her.” I said, relieved that she wasn’t dead, but scared out of my mind.

“Alright she’s in room 434, but I should warn you that she is in critical condition.” she told me.

“Okay thank you.” I said, looking at my feet.

“Room 434 is on the fourth floor, just take that elevator over there,” she pointed to the right, “and it’s the 7th door on the left.”

“Thanks.” I said walking to the elevator.

When I got to the elevator I went in and pressed the circular four button, and the two, and the three. I don’t know why, I just did. Nerves? Maybe. Each time the doors opened and closed and opened and closed and opened I got more and more nervous.

The fourth floor came and I stepped out of the elevator hesitantly.

Room 434. I stood there, staring at the door and turned the knob walking inside, not looking over at the bed yet. I grabbed a chair and pulled it by the left side of the bed. I was looking down, I guess I was scared to see her. I heard her heart rate monitor, it was like a lullaby. It gave proof of life and I prayed for it to not end. Her heartbeat was as beautiful as she. Every pump and beep was singing softly to me. I sat down staring at my lap, until I gradually looked up. Oh Lynsey…

Somehow she managed to look so peaceful, even though the whole right side of her face was bruised badly and she had three stitches on her face. She had one on her cheek, one just above her eyebrow, and one on her jaw line. Her right wrist was broken and I’m sure that parts of her leg and/or other parts of her were too, but she was covered by blankets.

I sat there next to her and stroked her hair back away from her face, it was so soft and luxurious. I then saw her hand delicately laying on the bed; I brought my right hand away from her face and slowly brought it to her hand, I must’ve thought she was going to take her hand away and reject me even though she couldn’t, I lightly touched her hand and then hovered over it, afraid it hurt her. After a couple of seconds, I laid my hand back onto hers and grasped it. Not tightly, just enough to feel the presence of her hand in mine.

“Oh Lyns. Lynsey I always have wanted to hold your hand, I just never thought that it would be like this.” I looked at her, looked at her for a response.

“You know..” I went on, realizing a response wasn’t something that I would receive, “some say that people in comas can still hear the voices and conversations in the room that are directed towards them. I don’t know if that is true or not, I guess it could be.” I paused looking at her hand and rubbing little circles on it with my thumb, “Lynsey. Please don’t leave me. Please. You can’t. I can’t lose you. I know that you aren’t mine to lose… but… but… I just... I can’t express how much you mean to me. I want to be with you every second of every day and when you’re not around I’m wishing that you were. I want to hear your laugh again, I love your laugh. I want to hug you, and just feel you being with me and I with you. And kiss you. And take you out. I want to be with you during the highs and lows. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. I want to spend my Saturdays with you, doing anything. Just as long as you are with me. I want to hold your hand. I want to walk the halls with you next to me. I want to joke around with you. I want you Lyns. I just want you. So I beg you to stay. I beg you to fight and I beg you to survive. Please Lyns. Please. Please… please.”

I put my head onto the bed and a tear rolled down my cheek. I kept my head down, holding her hand, when I picked my head up I looked at her face, which made me smile even though she was so broken, she was still beautiful. Her expression changed, I think. It looked like she was grinning now. I was delusional. I needed some water. “I’ll be right back Lyns.” I got up, looked back at her, closed my eyes, listened to the lullaby, and walked out the door.

When I found water I headed back towards the room, Doctors and nurses rushed past me and when I got to the room I heard voices get louder and louder. I walked to the doorway and was about to walk in when a nurse stopped me. I looked into the room to see doctors and nurses gathered around her bed, I dropped my water and tried to fight my way past, but the nurse was holding me back. She brought me into the hallway and that’s when I heard it, the lullaby was gone. Now it was a one-pitched, never ending song of the Devil.