Lydia

[20]

The rest of the murky drive was uneventful in a sense.  Lydia zoned out a little too much, something she tried so hard to train herself not to do while driving, but sometimes slipped her mind never the less. 

After Lydia had rushed out of the car to make sure the child was safe, their parents rushed out onto the street, scooping their child into their arms securely.  All while in such a distraught manner, praying their baby was okay.

Lydia continued on down the street seemingly lost in her thoughts as she wondered what she would do in a situation like hers.  

And in all honesty there was nothing she could do.  What was done was done.  Lydia continued to blame herself as if it would change her situation, turn back the clock, make Finn wake up.  

But there was essentially nothing she could do, except, like the doctor said, wait and pray.

Lydia pulled up into the driveway of her home hoping her brother would be sitting, perhaps playing a video game in his room, letting his time pass him as he wasted the minutes playing mindless games.  

"Dylan!? Are you here?" Lydia yelled through the household as she stepped through the doorway, "Dylan?"

"I'm upstairs! Jesus, stop yelling!" Dylan yelled back making Lydia roll her eyes in irony.  

"I need your help with something or more like someone.  I just need your advice."  Lydia crossed her arms knowing exactly what her brother's response would be.

"What is it now! Lydia, I'm not your personal therapist, I'm your younger brother." Lydia could hear the blatant attitude dripping from his voice as she groaned in response.

"Please help me Dyl.  I don't know what to do."  Lydia's voice dropped towards the end making her sentence dreary and dull.  Her heart clenched and suddenly she felt as if the walls were caving in on her again.

She could no longer feel the breathe pulling in and out of her throat and instead was caught in the dark depths of her system, clawing to escape her lungs.  She felt like she couldn't breathe and her lungs were going to burst.  Yet she still stood, calm and still, waiting for Dylan to respond.

She hadn't even realized when Dylan appeared in front of her, worried eyes and eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Lydia, are you okay? I mean I know what happened to Finn, but did something bad happen?  Did he get worse?" Dylan's eyes suddenly filled with panic, worry evident in his voice.

"No, no, it's just he's not getting any better.  He's still asleep and everyday I feel like there's more of a chance he won't wake up." Lydia gulped the harsh reality setting into her mind.

"I know this is hard and I could never imagine how you feel right now, but all you can do for Finn now is simply just to be there for him." Dylan frowned sympathetically, but Lydia wasn't having it.  After all the amazing advice Dylan had given her in the past why in the most important time she needed it, he told her to simply wait.

"But there has to be something I can do.  Something that can help him instead of hanging by a string of pure hope." Lydia explained looking into Dylan's eyes that were filled with sadness and sympathy.

"You have to wait Lydia.  That's all you can do right now," Dylan sighed.

"You don't understand, Dylan. I can't just sit around hoping for some miracle to  bring him out of this.  I physically can't.  I can't just sit here and wait for him to die!" Lydia bursted, her eyes turning more and more red by the moment.

"He might not die-"

"Might!  That's the key word Dylan!  He might not die, and I can't just sit on that type of possibility." Lydia's voice calmed before a sigh escaped her lips.  She inhaled slowly her eyes closing involuntarily.