TAL FISHMAN IMAGINES (requests open)

personalised for Faith (part 2)

TALS POV*

It's been five days and I still didnt find her. I tried my very best to find her in every place possible. Her parents are out of country and I do not know if they know about her being missing, or she is trying to avoid me. I couldn't bare this burden of guilt. I am the reason she went missing, I am the reason if something bad happened to her, I am the reason for whatever bad situation she is in.

I was walking back and forth in attempt of trying to get something into my now totally empty brain. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I poured the water in the crystal clear glass I heard my phone went off. I didnt bother to go and check. As I gulped the clear liquid down my dry troath, I heard my phone go off again. I rushed to the living room where my phine rested, getting fully charged. I unpluged it and recieved the call.

"hello?" a soft voice spoke from the other end "is this Mr. Tal fishman I am speaking to?"

I hesitated a bit thinking what wrong did I do and am I in big trouble? I have enough to deal with and there comes another thing. I was suddenly cut off by the same vioce on the other side of the phone. "Mr.Fishman? this is an emergency and we need you to come to Sierra View District hospital right now! we've got someone of your known admitted in our hospital and they might not make it" I was completely tangled in all of my chaotic thoughts, and this persons words that's just dared to slip out of her mouth. I thanked the nurse and quickly got dressed and got out of the house. I sharply pierced the key and the engine roared to life like a savage animal.

My head was baffled with all the possibilities that could happen at the destination. What if I find her? Oh my good gracious lord! I would be screaming my lungs out to get a celebration started.

The nurses words replayed in my head out loud, like some one hit a hammer straight at the expectation, screening the possible reality. 'they might not make it'

I didn't care a bit about my blurry vision making it difficult for me to approach my destination. I felt like a crazy bird flying through the rough, knifing, cold wind.

'They might not make it'

All I could think about is Faith. She  could be the person in that hospital. she could be the one the nurse was speaking about 'not making it'.

I reached the destination and slammed the breaks, which immediately brought the once roaring car to a halt. I swiftly ejected the key and hopped out of the car slamming the door. I ran as fast as my feet could take me. as soon as I arrived the reception I told the lady the details needed. she picked up the old looking telephone and transferred all of my given information to the person on the other side of the line. She carefully placed the old telephone as if the slightest touch could break it. she scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing it to me.

I scanned through the piece of paper, carefully following ever word it said.

third floor

right corridor

left turn

ICU section

Room 394

'they might not make it'.

I grabbed the door knob, softly knocking on the door. I slid through the doorway as soon as I heard a soft yet familiar 'come in'.

My heart broke at the sight my eyes laid on. She was there, lying, almost lifeless, wires going through her body. Her skin almost pale and weak, her lips dry and her beautiful evergreen eyes shut close. A sharp crystal tear collided to the ground, shattering to tiny bits.

This was all my fault. my eyes burnt as more crystal tears formed in my eye trying to blank out the view in an effort of lessening my guilt. I felt so stupid for everything. I cursed every part of me for letting her go and for hurting her.

I was brought out from my deep tangling thoughts by the nurse who informed me about faith. "excuse me? are you Mr. Fishman?" I quickly wiped my tears and replied with a simple nod, as I was unable to respond even with a simple 'yeah'.  "I guess her name is Faith?" I swiftly nodded not leaving her from my sight. "well she has been here for the past five days in a really critical condition. she met with an accident and her car fell off of the bridge and she drowned. luckily some cleaners out there managed to save her and brought her to the hospital. I guess she banged her head during this chaotic moment and we had no other choice but to put her to coma. we are deeply sorry to tell you that she has a 10% chance of living"

Every word equally shattered my already broken heart into infinite pieces which no one could even fix if tried. Tears poured out like a madly gushing miniature waterfall. the nurse left us two alone.

The empty silence was broken by the constant beeping of the life support she was plugged in. I didn't know what to do but sob. Its like the whole world went silent except the life support machine.

'they might not make it'

The voice at the back of my head broke every part of me. It destroyed my hope like a wrecking ball crashing onto a building and tearing it down into uncountable pieces. A spark rose at the back of my mind where the voice chanted 'they wont be able to make it'. I rose up from the seat and rushed out of the hospital to my car and drove off, away from her, but yet the voice chanted-

'they wont be able to make it'

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(skip the car ride and back*)

I entered the white building. As I walked past different people I felt a pang in my heart making me skip multiple beats. I brought a bouquet of flowers to place them beside her. But some how I felt that these flowers are causing me the pain. As if these flowers foreshadowed Faiths fate.

I picked up my speed and ran towards her room, slamming the door open I ran towards her. Her drip bag was missing. a cold wave of panic hit me straight in the face, almost like a sharp smack. I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around, a nurse pushed me aside lightly placing a drip bag and injecting it with a transparent liquid. I felt my heart beat at a steady pace now, less stressed. I sighed in relief wiping the uncomfortable warmish cold sweat from my forehead.

The nurse left us two alone, I kinda felt awkward when the nurse was around. almost as if she had the power to separate us. I didn't hesitate to take the plastic off the bouquet and place it in the vase and removed the excess leaves. the vase looked pretty, but not as pretty as Faith. I just sat next to her, holding her cold tiny hands in my huge once just mumbling incoherent phrases with a colourful plethora of vocabulary hoping she might open her eyes and hold me tight in her usual warm embrace. But I don't think she will forgive me for what I've done to her.

I hurt her when I should be the one protecting her from the people who hurt her, but I broke her, almost killed her and now she is fighting the battle between life and death. ALL BECAUSE OF ME!

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A/N- OKAY SO I FEEL THAT THIS IMAGINE SHOULD HAVE ANOTHER PART. SO PART THREE WILL BE THE LAST PART AND I WILL BE ON WITH NEW SERIES....... AFTER ONE SERIE I WILL THEN START WITH THE REQUESTED ONCE. THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING AND I AM REALLY SORRY THAT I AM MAKING YOU GUYS WAIT SO MUCH.

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