💘THE WAY THAT U LOVE ME💘(Criss Angel Fanfiction)

NINETEEN

Sully and Sandy finally made it to the hospital and were very pissed off when they wouldn't even let blood family go in and see me...but went straight to Criss and held him and told him that I would be ok...then Sandy went over to Rachel and held her...as they both cried together...Sully paced with Criss for a while and asked about Kim and Kyle...Klayton woke up and said that they were on their way riding in Criss's jet...but the wouldn't get in until around 2:00 this afternoon...Sandy looked at Klayton and asked how her sister was doing...but Klayton had a burst of emotional distress and couldn't answer her...so Costa stood up and said that she was fighting for her life...but as of 10 minutes ago, she was still stable.

Everything remained calm during most of the morning and I was still stable...everyone took turns going down to the diner to grab a bite to eat...but Criss refused to eat...he had no appetite...he even thought about eating while his Bess was in their fighting just to stay breathing...made him wanna puke. He hasn't eaten or slept since it happened and it was taking a toll on his body...and spirit...but he remained stubborn as hell...three more hours went by and Kim called Rachel and said they just landed at the Vegas airstrip...and was taking the first cab to the hospital...within the next half hour Kim and Kyle both came rushing into the waiting room and asking how I was doing...but just as Sully was about to answer...loud sirens went off and the red flashing lights went off and a nurse went over the loudspeaker that she had a code blue!!

Criss jumped up at the mere sound of it...and ran thru the doors and begged them to tell him!!...one of the nurses brought him back out...and told him to please stay out...that one of the ER patients stopped breathing...then she rushed back into help...Criss dropped to the floor and beat his fists into the floor until blood began to pour from his busted knuckles...but at that point, all he felt was anger...and deep sadness...and determination to get into the room to be with me. Jd stood up and grabbed his little brother and carried him to his seat...and sat down with Criss in his lap...like he used to do when he was sad as a youngster...and cradled him in his arms and rocked him back and forth...while Kim tried to get him to let her fix his hands...that he got all bloody...and sore.

Dimitra stood up and headed toward the doors...and knocked for the nurse to come out and talk with her...and told her that her son was losing it...and to please let him know what's happening with his girl...the nurse went to the back room and about twenty minutes later she came back out and said that I died on the table...but they got me back...and I was stable once again...and beens I stop breathing a lot...they put me on a respirator...so I couldn't die on the table like that again...because if I stopped breathing again...the respirator would breath for me...Dimitra looked at her and asked if that was all she had for her...and the nurse shook her head...and gave her a consoling rub on the shoulder...and said she would keep her updated...when she could.

Dimitra went over and told Criss that I was stable again...and that the doctors put me on a respirator...and the rest of the battle was up to me...for they can't do anything more for me...Criss curled up tighter across both of his brother's laps and tried to sleep...because he was worn out...and he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore...Sandy and Rachel fell asleep laying on Klayton and Sully...and Sully's head was on Klayton's shoulder sound asleep...Klayton was wide awake...Kyle was sleeping in the chair holding Kim now that she finished wrapping Criss's hands...and she was trying to sleep too. Dimitra was sitting in the chair next to Klayton and talking with him...beens he was the only other one still awake.

After the first two weeks went by, I was moved out of the ER rooms and down onto third-floor swing bed...even though I wasn't even close to being ready to be released...it was just they needed the ER room and even though I was out of the woods from high risk...I was still in a coma...and with no signs of waking anytime soon...Criss asked for a spare cot...and made his little home in the room with me...and vowed that he wasn't leaving until I did, either by my own free will...or in a body bag...but everyone else went home...and only came to visit every now and then to check up on Criss...and ask if I had any changes...Criss used the time reading to me and singing songs to me...then he kept me sponge bathed...and kept my limbs moving so my muscles wouldn't be messed up from non-use...he also decided just for me that he was going to grow his hair back out...knowing how I always told him how much I missed seeing his long hair from the pictures and when he first started out.

So every time one of our friends...would visit the hospital they would keep staring at Criss and wonder what the change was...but they couldn't put their fingers on it...other than him not shaving and he had a beard forming...the beard caught all their attention and pulled them away from his hair on his head...that was growing very quickly...Criss, finally did shave it all off, once it got too long and began to make him itch...but he also kept perfect care of me while I was in my comatic state...and he even gave up his work from the Luxor and said he would come back to work as soon as his Bess woke up...and went home with him...and that was his final word. 7 months went by and I was still asleep in a deep sleep...Criss was beginning to feel at a total loss...and maybe I was never going to awaken...but he stayed...until one evening after he cleaned me all up and washed my now very long hair...and he began to hum one of my favorite songs...while braiding my hair for me...he looked down trying to find the rubber band...and he saw my fingers move slightly on my left hand...he froze and looked up into my face...and said Bess very lightly...in a half gasp.