I Choose You

Chapter Twenty Three - A Sister's Visit

"Alright, just hold still, Alex." I nodded, then put my hands at my sides as I stared up at the machine above me. It beep and buzzed as the bed I was laying on rolled through the hole in the middle. It beep and buzzed a few more times, it's technology seeing through my body. I don't even understand why they even bothered to tell me to keep still, it's not like it doesn't hurt like hell to move even the slightest bit.

Once the MIR was finished, I was rolled back onto the other bed and taken back into the hospital room once again. This time, though, Jessie was next to me, instead of Philip. I remembered mostly everything, but pieces were still missing here and there.

I really did have nothing to do - not the fact that I didn't want to do anything - so I stared at the ceiling tiles, counting them. They weren't as dirty as the ones from the other room, and they were much further above me head. In fact, they were actually almost shiny. The room seemed more kept-up, also. There were two beds, spaced about three meters away from each other. Mine had soft, white sheets with a bunch of pillows and blankets that I usually threw on the floor. Jessie's had yellow sheets with even more blankets than I, and she loved them to lay on top of her and all around her. She looked like she was in a cocoon. There was a window that overlooked a street and the skyline that was in perfect view, so much so that it made me think the room was setup like this on purpose. There was a blue curtain in between us, but we chose to leave it open all the time, except when we had to get naked.

I took in a deep breath and slowly turned my head to face Jessie and the window. She was laying there, amongst her heap of blankets and pillows, holding a book propped on top of the pillow with a pink covering. Outside, the sky was blue, with very few clouds. I heard the cars rushing by, the honks of angry people with somewhere to go. For some reason I found it peaceful.

I heard a knock on the door, so I slowly turned my head and looked in front of me, to see my little sister running towards the bed. "Easy, there, woah," I said, worried she'd jump on me. Her hand jumped to her mouth as she gasped, gaping at me.

"You're so. . . broken," she said, removing her hand from her mouth and dragging it over the sheets.

"Yea, well, I was in a major accident, Holly." I managed to force a laugh, in attempt to calm my little sister. She pulled her hands towards her body and then extended them towards me before pulling them back in. "You alright?"

"Um, yea, you just look hurt. I can't even hug you," she said, looking at the floor. I could tell she was about to cry. I stuck my hand out of under the blanket and moved my eyes in the direct of my freed hand.

"Then hold my hand," I whispered, smiling. Gently, she lowered her hand onto mine and slowly curved her fingers around my hand, before they were fully around.

I peered over Holly's shoulder at Jessie, who had placed her book upside-down on the pink pillow. She was now watching me meeting with my sister for the first time in days. Jessie was smiling, too, watching as I turned back to Holly. She turned to see what I was looking at, then let go of my hand. "Oh! Wow! Is this your girlfriend, Alex?" She giggled, rushing across the small space between the two hospital beds.

"Yes, that's Jessica." I looked at Jessie, her blue eyes meeting with mine, then looking back at Holly.

"You can call me Jessie. I'd shake your hand but I'm kind of hurt," she said, looking down at her body. Holly shook her head anxiously, then looked back at me. She looked around the room, and her eyes stopped on a chair. She looked at me, forcing me to nod. She ran over the tile floor to the black chair, picking it up and carried it back over to us, then placed it against the wall between the two beds, next to the curtain.

"You're very pretty," Holly said, then out her hand over the side of her mouth, "My brother really knows how to pick his girlfriends. I hope I'm that good at picking boyfriends when I get old." Holly dropped her hand and Jessie smiled, looking over at me.

"Thank you," she simply stated. I could tell from her eyes that she didn't believe Holly, not matter how true it was.

"I heard that, Holly. You won't be picking boyfriends anytime soon," I laughed, then stopped feeling the pain it caused.

"Yes, I will, soon." That's the one thing about Holly: she knew what to say and when. She was very supportive of all my choices (although some were hard for her to understand), had common sense and easily talked to me. I loved it.

"Over my dead body," I mumbled, making her laugh.

"Well, when I get older, that can be arranged." My face turned into a frown, remembering that yes, it could easily be arranged - sooner than Holly wanted though, and much more seriously. I looked at my injured body, and sighed, then looked back at Jessie, whose eyes were glossy. "Don't cry," I mouthed, swallowing the lump in my throat before looking back at Holly. "So, what's some things you like to do, Jessie?" Holly asked, obviously realizing what she had said. I can't really blame her for saying that, though, she was young, it's hard for children to realize what they say before they say it. After all, if it didn't happen to be in such a situation, it would've been fine.

As soon as Jessie was about to answer, the doctor came running in, telling Holly to leave. She got up and walked to the door, a nervous look on her face. I saw my mum standing outside, who grabbed Holly and pulled her away. The door was slammed behind her, leaving Jessie, the doctor and I alone in the room, where the anxiety was filling the air.

"What's wrong," I asked, my voice cracking. the doctor opened her mouth, then sighed.

"Well. . ."

                                                      TO BE CONTINUED......................

[A/N: Serious, major cliffhanger on this chapter. Not even a hint to what is coming next. Guess you're gonna have to wait until the next chapter. That may mean you'll have to wait until Monday. Mwhahahahah!

thanks for reading! xx]