Hang Time: A Mystic Messenger Story- Epilogue

Epilogue

Fog. Everything is blurry. But... it seems to be slowly getting better. where am i? I don't recognize this room. Huh... there's a needle in my arm. Must be a... IV? Is that what they're called? God my head... I feel so strange... what was that noise? I can't move my neck. All I can do is stare at the ceiling. Sobbing... at least I think that's what I can hear. Someone is calling a name while making crying noises. The name sounds familiar. I feel a body come close to me and hold my hand but I can't move. All I can do is listen. I'm able to move my eyes to the direction of the noise. A boy. In his late teens probably. He's saying so many things at once that I can't quite absorb. He hugs me now. I feel like he's trying not to put any weight on my body as he hugs me in fear that it might hurt me. It's strange. I feel quite peaceful besides the fact that he is crying for me. I'm glad. I really am. I don't know why. They boy rushes from the room and I'm alone again. I mind falls hazy after a while after he's gone. After what seemed like just a moment I completely wake up mentally. And there he is on a chair besides me. Reading a book. It's a different room now. A hospital. Seems like he's taking his studies seriously again. I remember now.

"Hey little brother. Mind if I have a glass of water? I'd like to drink something with my mouth." He looks up immediately dropping his book on the floor. He looks at me and me at him. It's not awkward or disturbing. Its soothing in a way. There's no need for scrambled words. We have all the time in the word to talk. So taking this moment to see each other. Actually see each other after such a long time...there's no words that can describe how much peace of mind this gives. Specially for him. After a minutes he gets up and serves me a glass. I try to lift my arms but it's a little difficult since they still feel a bit weak and heavy.
"I'll do it. Don't worry." He takes the glass and gives me a sip. It's the most refreshing drink I've ever had. His eyes are as kind as always. "are you in any pain? Does it hurt anywhere?" He asks. "I'm ok. I can't feel my arms and legs but I'm ok... can I ask you a favor? Can you lay down here with me?" He scoffs and holds my hand" Don't be silly I can't do that! You can't even scooch over so I can lie down! And I won't push you either!" I frown. "Aw come on! Sissy wants to hold you! I haven't seen you in ages!" He chuckles at the absurdity of my comment. I guessed that's pretty stupid to say considering I was unconscious in his eyes for so long. He probably thinks I didn't feel anything at all. "If only you knew kiddo. If only you knew." He plays with my fingers and says looking down in a broken voice, trying not to cry. "I missed you. A lot. It's been so much harder without you... and it was all my fault too. Why would I try to do something so stupid!"

I sigh and try to caress his hands. Failing miserably to move my fingers. It must have been so hard for him dealing with our parent's death. He sobs uncontrollably and lies his head on my belly. Apologizing consistently and blaming himself for what happened. "I chose what I did little brother. And I would have done it again" I hear his sobs as he tries to speak. "I-i didn't d-deserve for you to save my liiiiife! I wish that truck had hid me instead!!! It was awful s-seeing you like diiiiiis!!! I shouldn't have jumped in-front of-that truck!!! I shouldn't have tried to kill myself! I prayed to g-god t-that if heeeeed let you llllive, I'd never be so selfish ever agaaaain!
He sobs and cries loudly on my belly. I want to pat his head so badly but I'm too weak to move my hand. I can remember it very clearly now. His severe depression and us not having the money to pay for continuing to pay for his psychiatrist, how his lack of meds ruined his mental health, it all became too much for him. I guess I should be mad for him doing something so stupid but... it's all in the past now. "As long as you keep your word, I forgive you for being a dumbass." I reply. He hugs me a little tighter and slowly but eventually, calms down. When he does I ask him for how long I've been in a coma for and he told me It's been three months since then. Three months huh... sound about how long's I've been playing the game.