He was a sight. A sight I hated to see. I wish this was a dream but to my discomfort this was reality, and I hated every thing about it. Brandon laid there, motionless, underneath the blue hospital blanket, that covered him from the chest down. His arms were placed over the thin layer, on each side of his body. He had an IV drip in his left arm, the needle in his vein, used to give a him anti-biotics rather than tablets because the drip goes straight into the blood stream, it's supposed to work faster and more efficiently. He had a peg on his index finger on his left hand to measure the rate of his pulse. He also had a mask over his nose and his mouth, supplying the oxygen that was missing from the empty capacity inside his chest. His face was full of black and blue bruises, just like the rest of his body which was hidden. I wished I could take the pain away from him, to make him stop suffering, but I couldn't, he did nothing to deserve to be in the state he was in. I prayed he'd get better as soon as possible, but that wasn't happening with how badly hurt he was. He had three broken ribs, his left elbow was in a cast. It had broken from the impact of the truck hitting his side of the car. His right ankle was also badly broken, crushed, exactly like the car. I couldn't feel worse for my baby. I hadn't left his side for the week he had been in the hospital. They said he'd be in this coma for a while, and I couldn't wait until he opened his beautiful hazel eyes that I am longing to see. I ran my fingers through his hair, through the small curls that had formed as his head rested on the pillow. He always was self-conscious with his appearance so I'm sure he'd appreciate my gesture. Ronnie walked back in. It was 9:36am now and he went to get us both breakfast, having stayed over night with Brandon. He handed a coffee to me, along with a sandwich and and I gave him a small smile, before placing it carefully down on the small table in the corner of the room. I had had barely an sleep since what happened to my Brandon. I couldn't stop worrying. It over took my whole body. My eyes were heavy with the lack of sleep I had and I desperatly needed to go home and wash and have a couple hours rest, but my mind wouldn't allow me to drag myself away from Brandon for more than a second. I needed to be with him like my life depended on it. "He'll be fine, doll." Ronnie's voice was almost a whisper in the quiet room. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder
"I hope so." I quickly wiped my eyes with my index finger, becoming a barricade to the tears that were on their way from escaping my eyes. I had been crying a lot and I never seemed to run out of tears. Ronnie pulled me into a tight hug, seeing how I was in the process of breaking down yet again. I wanted to stay strong for Brandon, I needed to. Pull yourself together. I listened to the voices in my mind and took one long breath before composing myself. Ron rubbed my back before slowly letting me go.
"You okay?" He placed his reassuring drummer's hand on my shoulder. I just nodded, not wanting to talk otherwise I'd cry. I took a seat on the blue chair that was right next to Brandon's bed. I sipped my coffee before sinking my teeth into one half of my sandwich, not realizing how hungry I was until now. We ate in silence, only the audible sounds of the hospital around us we could hear.
Ronnie left at 12:30. He said h*e'd come back later but I told him he didn't need to, I was fine here by myself. The blinds on the windows were closed so no one could see us in here. My head was resting on the bed with my hands playing with Brandon's fingers, twirling the gold band around his ring finger on his left hand.
I didn't want Terry, Brandon's father, seeing his youngest child like this. I know Brandon's mom was looking down right now, looking after her son from where she was up in the heaven's. She was praying for Brandon's full recovery just like the rest of us. I laid with Brandon which seemed like forever. I hadn't seen the kids in a couple of days either, I missed my four little angels with all my heart but I knew I had to stay here to be with Brandon until their daddy got better.
I regularly called Mark to check on the kids, he had insisted he'd look after them as I was in the hospital. They were fine, but were missing Brandon and I terribly, not knowing what had exactly happened to their father. Mark told them that Brandon had a minor injury and that he would be better as soon as he could. I couldn't tell them that he had been in a car accident, I didn't want them worrying too much, they were way too young for this kind of thing. They wouldn't understand.
