I rushed through the hospital doors, so fast I almost couldn't stop when I made it to the front desk.
I told the worker my name and she looked at me with such a regret in her eyes, my heart had intensified times fifty. She picked up a phone and told someone I was here.
She sent me to go sit in one of the little green chairs. I sat by the large window, leaning my head up against it as I waited.
It was cold, a little wet from condensation. It gave a small amount of ease to my pounding headache, making me shut my eyes.
The doctor must have been busy because it had been thirty minutes since I first sat down. I thought of calling Dylan or Cole's parents, but I didn't want to alarm them just in case it wasn't Cole. I wanted to see him first.
Finally a large man in a white coat approached me, I stood up as he got close. Anticipation laced my veins.
He took his scrub cap off, so I assumed him to be a surgeon. His face didn't wield a smile, but instead a frown.
He began to talk, the room falling silent to nobody but me. You know when people say silence is the loudest of all noise? Well I never had quite understood that till now.
I heard the surgeon talking and what he was saying, but it wasn't quite the same as I would normally process someone talking to me.
There was a piercing noise that made the air tangible. A noise louder than someone screaming directly into your ear. This destroying the ease the cold window had given me earlier.
"Unfortunately we were able to fix the damage the crash had on his arteries, but we soon discovered he had no brain activity."
My head was spinning. "W-what does that mean?"
I knew what it meant. I knew it meant he wasn't there and even if they fixed everything the crash had done to him he wouldn't wake up. There was nothing there, just a carcass of what used to be Cole.
"He's hooked up on a machine now that's breathing for him. If this does turn out to be...?" The doctor paused, unaware of who was laying on one of his hospital beds.
"Cole." I informed.
"Right. So if this is Cole, then the only thing keeping him alive right now is our equipment." He continued.
I wasn't crying, I didn't wanna upset myself incase this wasn't the Cole I had met that one morning in the hospital. Incase it wasn't the Cole who made inappropriate pick up lines or the Cole who took me to a drive in movie. Wasn't the Cole who kissed me in his parents pool then hooked up with me in the backseat of a car.
"If it is him, is there any chance he'll wake up?" I asked, trying to grasp onto any possible hope there was.
"It's been known to happen. When it does it's unexplainable, a miracle. Science can't explain when it does, but I'm telling you right here right now that that is one of the rarest things to happen. Billions of patients around the world are seen everyday, but there's only been around 13 to ever come back from this." He explained with a tone of caution, trying to keep me from breaking down without also giving me false hope.
"Is it alright if I see him?" I asked, my anxiety sky rocketing as I realized that it might just be Cole laying in that bed.
The doctor nodded, waving for me to follow him. We stepped into an elevator, the silence on the way up to the 7th floor being filled by the song My Kind of Woman by Mac Demarco.
The doctor hummed, silently singing the words to himself. "Begging you please, baby, show me your world."
Most would find his joyous mood to be inappropriate, seeing as he was standing in an elevator with a girl who could've just lost her best friend. Maybe the love of her life.
Instead of being upset I only hummed along with him, "I'm feeling so tired, really falling apart, and it just don't make sense to me."
And as if to ruin the atmosphere, the elevator dinged.
"Sweety please calm down, it's just a thunder storm".
I was twelve years old and still cried during thunder storms. The doctors had told my mother it might have been ptsd from the sound of my dad slamming the doors when he got angry. They also said it might have been the stress of moving and going to a new school.
Of course I was convinced over the fact that I was just afraid of thunder.
"I know you belong to somebody new, but tonight you belong to me." My mother began to sing, her beautiful tone calming me.
"Although, we're apart, you're apart of my heart." I softly sang with her, my eyes beginning to flutter shut.
"But tonight, you belong to me."
Sorry for not updating :/
