Friends & Paradise 2: Forever Doesn't Last Forever

Chapter 5: 3 Days Later (Christine's POV)

It's been three days since my daughter has been stuck in this hospital in a coma. I've already notified her brother, Michael, about what happened to his sister. He's coming after school today to visit the hospital. Rebecca, my other daughter, already knows about her sister's state. She says she awfully worried, and wishes she could be here with all of us.

I have also told my mother, Nash's grandmother, about it. And she is now currently sitting beside me in the beige couch, while she occasionally asks the same exact questions she just asked, a while ago. Amelia's and Danielle's parents are worried about Natasha. They asked me to inform them of any news that we may receive from the doctors. Their daughters, however, are at school but are brought here after school to check up on their best friend. They are also bringing along another one of Natasha's best friends, Jessica, who's one year older than they are. Their boyfriends are coming with them after picking them up at school.

Ever since the night they arrived, Amber has never left my side, except when her necessities requested her assistance. She and I have been sitting in this beige couch for over three days, even my office partner is worried about my daughter. So much, that she even asked to come with me to the hospital once in a while. The same happened with Natasha's godmother, one of my best friends for a lifetime. They are both sickly worried about my daughter. I am glad they are worried about her too, that proves how much Natasha is loved in this world.

Someone else who has never left her side, has been her boyfriend, Jason. Even if I don't know him personally, I can see very well how much he truly cares for my daughter. It's not every boyfriend who agrees to stay with her while she's like this. Instead of visiting her every day and going home every night, Jason has never left her side. Everyday, his friends bring him a change of clothes for him to get changed and objects for him to shower and brush his teeth. And while he's at it, he asks for one person to watch his girlfriend over for him. It's like he's scared suddenly the heart monitor will turn off or she might never come back, because he cleanses himself quickly so that he can come back to her fast and not miss anything. I am guessing he wants to be the one to see her wake up. In a way, I find this sweet, but I too want to see my daughter waking up from the comma she finds herself in. I am her mother, after all.

Right now, I am sitting in the sofa, my head in one of my hands, while the other tries to ring Natasha's father to tell him about what just happened. I am very sure that he has no idea what just happened to my daughter. I have to tell him, as much as I dislike talking to him. I found his phone number, and called.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times

I was really sure that he could care less about his children's health, when all of a sudden, he answered.

"Hello?" He answered, sounding as if he knew nothing about the state my daughter was in right now. As if he couldn't care less.

"Hi." I answered.

"Christine?"

"Yeah, the same one."

"Why'd you call me?"

"Something is going on."

"What do you need this time?"

"This time? This time? When have I ever asked you for anything? Haven't I shown you how strong I am and how I don't need you anymore, by having my own money and my own business? Isn't that enough for you?" I said. I stood up from the couch and walked over to the window that overlooked the city. Seattle looked strangely calm at ten in the morning.

"Doesn't seem like it, since now, you're calling to ask me something."

"That's because it's something that should concern you!"

"What is it about?"

"It's about your daughter, Natasha!"

"What about her?"

"She fell down the stairs after seeing somebody, according to her friends, and she hit her head and now she's in a coma inside a hospital room."

He was silent for a minute. "When did this happen?"

"Three days ago. When they came back from The Bahamas for spring break."

"Why did she go to The Bahamas?"

"She went on a trip with her friends and her cousin. I thought you'd remember, since, you were the one who signed the letter approving to let her leave the country with your consent. Or don't you remember signing that letter like everything else you do?"

"I do remember! But you never told me why she was leaving Seattle for a country that the only attraction, was the beach! Something that she could've avoided and gone to California instead!"

"I wanted to let her go! She always wanted to go! Is it wrong of me to let her go somewhere with her friends?"

"It is when the trip could've been avoided!"

"You know what? Forget it. Don't you dare come near my daughter. I don't want you here."

"You know you can't take my daughter away from me!"

"I can when you don't even care about her! All you care about is money! I don't give a fuck about money! I care about my daughter who's right now inside a hospital room in a comma! And all you can think about is fucking money?"

"I care about my daughter!"

"You don't show it!" I said, and hung up.

I will not let him near my daughter like this. I don't want her to wake up to seeing her dad and suddenly a family feud might begin. That's the last thing I want for her.

I walked over to the couch where my mom was sitting in. I sat down and leaned my forehead in my hands. She slowly rubbed her hands up and down my back, just like she used to do when I was younger and naiver and was about to divorce Natasha's dad.

"Everything will be okay, you'll see." She said.

Honestly, I don't know anymore if things will be okay. I only pray that my daughter will come back to me in one piece.

Her being okay is all that I need.