Crossing The Line

Chapter Fifty Five

Morgan's POV

I stared down at Kelley and she looked the same and every time I look at her it tears me up inside. It hurts seeing her like this and I don't even know what kind of pain she was currently feeling. And I wanted to know. I wanted to help her.

But, I was helpless. There was absolutely nothing I could do for her. Everyone else has already given up on her and I refused to. Because she was the girl I wanted to marry so there was no way I was giving up on her.

I let out a long sigh as I rolled down my sleeves once again to cover up the scars on my wrists. I wasn't ashamed of cutting myself but at the same time I regretted it because Kelley would be so disappointed if she heard or saw what I was doing to myself and honestly, I was disappointed in myself.

I move the hair away from Kelley's face and I slip my hand into hers. I pulled up a chair and sat in it as I watched Kelley's chest slowly rise up and down.

"Uh... hey, Kels...." I pause. There was nothing to tell her anymore and for some reason I felt guilty. "I don't know what's there to say anymore... I tell you the same things everyday, there's nothing to talk about. I'm losing myself, y'know? And Kelley, I'm tired. I am just really tired and I want you to, no, I need you to wake up soon. Because if this is life without you, Kelley, then I absolutely hate it. I can't see a world without you, and when all of my hopes and dreams come true you're supposed to be here with me..."

I let out another sigh as I stand up to leave the room and before I do, I grab the scalpel from the tray and quickly stuff it into my back pocket before leaving the room. I head to the bathroom where I pull out the scalpel and drag it across my wrist, reopening the scars that have been sealed closed from my recent cuts.

I did it over and over and over again before I dropped the scalpel in the sink, unable to hold it anymore because my hands were trembling. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I let my tears fall free as I looked down at my own blood that was slowly going down the drain.

Then, the bathroom door opens and a girl in scrubs walks in and her eyes widen when she sees me with blood dripping down my arms.

"Oh my god." She says as she grabs a stack of paper towels and compresses my arm into it. Blood soaks through the paper towels and for some reason, I didn't feel any pain.

"Come with me." She says and I listen. She holds my arm as she leads me into an empty room with a few chairs and two beds. She closes the door and locks it before opening a drawer taking out some gauze, bandages, and alcohol wipes.

"This might sting a little." The nurse says as she uses the wipes to wipe off my cuts but I barely felt anything, I didn't even bring myself to wince in pain. She presses the gauze onto my wrist and quickly replaces it with a bandage and wraps it in medical tape.

"Now, are you going to tell me what happened?" She asked as she threw the remaining stuff away before sitting down across from me. She had blonde hair with blue eyes and I'm not going to lie, she was very pretty.

"It's none of your business." I mumble as I look away from her gaze.

"Then tell me why you have a scalpel with you." She says and at this point, there was no point in lying to her.

"I cut myself, okay?" I say, still not making eye contact with her.

"I can see that, do you want to tell me why?" She asks and I slowly find myself nodding my head yes.

"This girl, that I love, is laying in one of these beds in a fucking coma and it's been days since I last saw her awake!" I say, not meaning to raise my voice.

"I'm really sorry to hear that, is there anything I could do for you?" She asks and I open my mouth to say something but I didn't, knowing that whatever I was about to say was going to be rude. So, I shake my head no.

She was only trying to help me and quite honestly, I needed help. I just stand up and open the door but I felt it close. I turn my head and see this nurse and I read her ID. Her name was Chloe.

"I don't need your help." I say to her as I start to open the door again but I stopped when I felt her lips against mine. For a second, I kissed her back before I pushed her away.

"I'm sorry." She quickly says as she grabs her stethoscope and leaves the room. I stood there shocked at what just happened. I shake it off as I walk back into Kelley's room.

I sit on the chair beside her bed and slip my hand into hers as tears roll down my cheeks. That's when I felt her squeeze my hands. I instantly stand up and look at Kelley and I already see her hazel eyes staring back at me.

"Kelley?"

"Hi, Morgan." She croaks out.