Miracle

(17) Okay.

Here I sit looking at a lifeless body. Someone so beautiful can become so much more.

Her eyes had major black and blue bags underneath them. Her hair was everywhere along her face.

The nurses cleaned her up for the most part. Cleaning up the blood and changing her into a gown. I looked down at my folded hands in my lap.

Last night was rough, she had coded and almost went down but they saved her. I've never been so scared for anyone in my life.

I had called my dad and told him I was just going to stay here with her until she got better. That was my hope, she would get better.

I stood up from my seat abruptly. I let out a loud sigh and ran my fingers through my greasy, messy, dirty hair. I needed to shower and sleep but it just wasn't possible at this point. Anything could happen.

Here I pace back and forth in front of her bed mumbling words to myself. Praying to God that she will be just as perfect as she was when we went to school.

My phone rang from inside my pocket making me stop and pick it up.

"Hello?" I asked harshly.

"Mr. Avery?" An older man asked through the opposite side of the line.

I rolled my eyes thinking only if he could see me right now, "Yes Jack?"

A chuckle was sent through to my side of the phone makes me want to smash it and forget the world, "How are you son?"

"Terrible. This is a bad time, can't we do this another time?" I asked.

"I just need to ask a few questions"

"No Jack. I can't today, not today. Andria would understand. I can't be doing this right now"

I hung up the phone before he could say another word to me. I was in no mood to deal with people pressuring me about someone so close to me.

Death was common when you were around me. I lose everyone I love, surprisingly I haven't lost my father and I am truly grateful for that.

Looking down at Miracle sent a cold chill down my spine. I needed to get a shower and look away from this for awhile.

I picked up my phone and called Kinsey telling her to come and sit with her while I go back to my place and get a quick shower and shave. When she wakes up I'm sure she doesn't wanna see me all nasty.

It was only maybe fifteen minutes until Kinsey was standing beside Miracle's bed talking to her in such a nice manner.

"I'll be back in like an hour" I whispered rubbing Kinsey's back before leaving the room.

Catching a ride wasn't in my book of things I needed to do because lucky me, I live right down the road from the hospital.

Living close to the hospital was good for me as a youngster. When I broke my arm playing around in my special tree house in the backyard, and for when I was sent for a big emergency when it collapsed on me.

My feet took me all the way to the house but my brain was taking me to outer space.

When I opened the front door the smell of cinnamon and sugar floated through my nostrils. I inhaled a big breath and exhaled loudly.

I loved the smell of walking into my house, so fresh and welcoming. But that's not how all people get welcomed in a home.

Some get welcomed with brand new cars, and others get welcomed with screams and the sounds of crying. Even some people walk into a guy who has a gun pointed right at them.

I quickly got into the shower and just stood there with my eyes closed under the hot water. Feeling the water flowing down over my body made me miss the feeling of my mom's hugs. It made me miss Andria and how perfect she was. It made me miss my life before now.

But another part of me got the feeling that where I am right now, is where I could see myself in a few years. Kids knocking at the bathroom door telling to hurry up, and my wife brushing her teeth and doing her makeup.

I knew these kinds of things were better for me, but I didn't know how to express it. Every time I looked around I made an odd expression like I wanted nothing to do with where I am at in life, but, honestly, this is perfect for me.

She's perfect for me and I see that now, now that she is lying in a hospital bed.

After I finished my shower I got out and got dressed. The cold air hit my body making me quite tired. I could just lay down in my cozy bed and just sleep.

Then, my phone rang making me jump up and remember what was going on.

It was Kinsey...

"How is she?" I asked immediately.

"Who's this she We're talking about? You cheating on me now?"

That voice made me literally break down crying, "oh my god"

"Hello Mr. Perfect, how are you?"

She sounded so happy and healthy, but then I knew I was imagining things.

"Aaron" Kinsey whispered into the phone making me knock back into my senses.

"Is she stable?" I asked quietly.

Kinsey let out a sigh, you could tell she was moving around from the sound of the background. "She's pretty stable. The doctors just came in and checked up on her and told me she is looking at better chances now. That's a good thing Aaron"

"We don't want chances. We want the real deal, we want her awake like now" I squeaked holding back my tears.

I just wanted to talk to her and hold her in my arms, but that was pretty much impossible.

"Aaron stop talking like that. Chances are all we get right now. Don't ruin that for me. She is gonna make it and we are going to make sure of it. Okay?"

"Okay."