Murder

Chapter 22- Watching

Julia and her mom left three nights ago. I sit at the windowsill, Darrel's in the chair next to me asleep, but I don't want to sleep. I'm too worried to sleep. The nurses keep telling Darrel and I to go home. Darrel listens sometimes, but I don't. It's been three days, and I don't think I've slept. I know I haven't eaten. Darrel always brings me food, but I don't eat it. He yells at me for it. He tells me that Rob would want me to eat, but I don't care. I don't care what he wants anymore, the only thing I'm concerned about is him getting better.
"Kid, you really ought to go home, or at least get some sleep. You got circles darker than night under your eyes, you need sleep. You need food too. You've shrunk. Look at you, you're half the size you were when we met you." Darrel says. I shake my head. "I don't care. I'm staying here. I'm not hungry, and I'm not tired. And I don't need anything else to concern myself with." I say, sitting up and crossing my legs so I don't look as exhausted as I feel. He shakes his head at me. "You're insane. He's my son and even I went home and got some sleep. You really should just try to sleep." he insists. I violently shake my head. He sighs. "Fine. Don't listen to me. You're going to end up putting yourself in the hospital. "I don't care." I still never take my eyes off of Rob, even when I'm talking to somebody, or the doctors are running tests. He still hasn't gained consciousness. The doctors say it's because "what little strength he has is going towards keeping his extremely damaged heart functioning, and keeping him alive," so I don't mind his lack of consciousness. I mean, it's either conscious or alive, and you can't really be conscious if you're not alive.
The doctors walk in and look at Darrel and I. He sighs and checks Rob's vitals. He got a puzzled look when he checked his pulse. His bushy eyebrows knit together and he makes a noise. "What? What is it?" Darrel asks, a panicked tone in his voice. "His pulse has gotten weaker. And have you looked at his heart monitor? His heart rate has gotten slower and his heart beats aren't as strong. I'm sorry, but unless he gets a new heart in the next few days, he's not going to make it." the doctor said and walks out of the room. Darrel stands up and wanders around for a bit before kicking the wall as hard as he can. He looks at me, and tears are streaming down his face. I'm not gonna cry. I have to be strong, for Darrel. He loves Rob more than anything in the world, and as each day goes by, he sits here, and watches him get paler and skinnier. More like a paper cutout than a human. I know the agony Darrel's feeling, how much pain he's in. I know, because this is the second time that the person I care about most in the world, the person that I can actually be myself with, the person I can open up to, is snatched from me in an instant. And I hate it. It's the worst feeling in the world, and I pity whoever has to go through it. It's stupid, because the last thing I ever want is somebody's pity, but I truly pity whoever has ever felt like this.
I hop off of the windowsill and walk over towards him. I wrap him in a hug, and I start uncontrollably sobbing into his chest while his tears drip down my back. "It's gonna be ok. He's gonna be ok. I promise. Nothing bad's gonna happen to him." I reassured Darrel. I hug him tighter, and I'm still crying, but I know that what I said is true. I'm not gonna let him die, no matter what I do. He is not going to die, not while I have anything to say about it. "Go home, g-get some rest. I can watch him, you have been for days." Darrel says. "But I-" "Just go. Please. I just, I just need some alone time with my son. Please." he whimpered. I nod, and walk out of the room. I text Fia, and ask her to pick me up.
I sit in the waiting room, trying not to cry. A boy comes up to me. He's tall with short brown hair and blue eyes. "What's wrong pretty lady?" he asked. I shake my head at him. "Oh come on, you can tell me. If you do, I'll tell you why I'm here." he said. "I have family dying. Please leave me alone to my thoughts." I begged. "Oh, now you really shouldn't be alone. That's rough. I'm sorry." he sat down next to me and gave me a sympathetic look. "Look, I'm not some kicked puppy. I don't need or want your sympathy. You don't need to worry about me, I don't even know you." I glare at him. "Well, my name's Sam. I go to your school." "No you don't. I dropped out of that horrible school. And I don't plan on going back." I said. "Well I wish you wouldn't have done that. I'll miss seeing you in the hallways with Becca." he said. "Well you can blame the horrible people you're going to school with." I spat. "What horrible person would make such a pretty girl feel bad." "All of them." "What did they do? Oh wait I know! You're the girl that the rumor is going around about. The rumor about you killing your brother. I know it's not true. I've been trying to tell people that." he smiled. "Thank you, that means a lot." I said. I smile, for once in a long time, I smile.
About fifteen minutes later, Fia spots me sitting in the waiting room. "Hey Gab. You ready?" she asked. I nod and follow her out of the hospital and towards her car where her mom is waiting. "So how is he?" she asked. I shake my head and sigh. "Not so great. He needs a heart." I said. She nodded. "Is he at least close to getting one? Has he moved on the waiting list at all?" "No, and he won't in time, either." I said. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Something. I'm not sure what." I answered. She nods her head and stares out the window. The rest of the car ride continues in silence until Fia's mom drops me off at my parents' house. "Thank you." I said. I get out of the car and she drives away. I walk towards Rob's house. I don't even know if I'm going in the right direction, but I know I'm too tired to think straight. All I know is that my feet are moving and it's away from my parents' house.
I finally reach Rob's house -so I guess I was going in the right direction- and open the door, which is still unlocked. Darrel cleaned up the glass last time he was here, so that's one less thing for me to do. I walk over to my room and plop onto my bed. I'm so tired that I shut my eyes as soon as my head hits the pillow, and I fall asleep right away.