What's Real

3%

Nadia's POV

I was in a full sprint trying to get to the hospital entrance.

He has to be okay, I'll take him anyway God will let me have him.

Just let me have him.

I didn't want to sit down in chairs and wait, I wanted to know now.

I think I had been walking around for at least 2 hours before the doctor came.

"He's stable, but telling you the brutal truth... there's a low percentage of survival for him. If he does, he could possibly have more severe brain damage."

"What about his head? He hit his ear right? It's okay right?"

"At the speed he was going when he hit the ground, it cracked his skull and his brain was swelling pretty bad, it hasn't gone down since he arrived and now it's just a waiting game"

"Is he paralyzed?"

"Hopefully not, once again the swelling is what caused brain damage if he comes out with any."

"What's his percentage of survival?"

"... 3%"

I sighed in attempts to keep myself calm.

"There's a 27% chance he survives and is a complete vegetable, and 70% he doesn't make it"

"Can I see him?"

"It's not the best image you'd want to remember him as" the doctor said.

"It's want to see him" I said. Now I couldn't control the tear forming and rolling down my face.

"... okay, follow me"

I followed the doctor to his room and went in as soon as the doctor pointed to the door of which room was his.

He was sleep, or in a coma, or only being kept alive by life support. Either way, he's still here.

He was in a neck brace and he had some things strapping him down so he wouldn't move.

I took his hand into mine and prayed all night that that 3% would be the outcome of this situation.

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