Goodnight, My Love

Just Please Wake Up

Hospital food tastes horrible. Like seriously, it's awful. I'm in the cafeteria eating and doing one of Kassy's school assignments. I've been doing her homework for her. I don't think the teachers care. I could never be able to have such a delicate handwriting as her.

The police gave up on her case. They say that who ever done it is in a different country by now. I don't believe them. It pisses me off.

I'm focusing on the stupid assignment I'm finishing when I feel someone else sit down at the table. I look up to see Dr. Martinez, Kassy's doctor. "Hey, Doc."

He smiles sadly at me. I know there's something wrong. I see it in the old man's eyes.

I look down at my hand clutching my pencil. There's just a little bit of a maroon color peaking out from under my sleeve. I'm still wearing her necklace on my wrist. Two weeks now, and she still hasn't so much as opened her eyes.

"We need to talk," Dr. Martinez finally speaks. I nod. "Then talk."

The man sighs before saying slowly, "We need to do surgery. I've already spoken to her parents. We can't give you much information." My heart stops.

"What kind of surgery?"

"Now, Jake, I can only tell you so much," he says.

"Okay.. Will she live," I choke out the words. The man stares down at the table. "Well...will she?" I ask again.

"I'm not supposed to say. But I know how much you care about her. There's a sixty-five percent chance she won't make it. But Jake, see if she doesn't have this surgery, then there's only a ten percent chance that she will even wake up, let alone live."

I sit there staring at the table for forever. "We operate at six. You can see her until then," he says before leaving. She...

What if she dies?

I just...wow. I think I just realized..

What if I love her? Not as just a best friend. As...more than that?

In that moment is when I decided that if she lived through this, I was going to tell her everything. I was going to tell her about my parents and my past.

That's what made me stand. I didn't even dump my tray. My feet carried me away from the textbook on the table. I just kept walking. That is, until I was standing in front of her hospital room door.

I never thought somebody with bruises and cuts all over her head could still be beautiful. I take her hand slowly. I wish I would have told her everything before...

I just...miss her. A single tear rolls down my face as I unhook the necklace from around my wrist. Fastening it around her neck, I whiser in her ear, "Please wake up. Just please wake up, Kassy."

I kiss her forehead before walking out of the room and downstairs.

The wall clock reads ten till six.