Farewell : Until We Meet Again

1/ heavy.

My eyes felt heavy.

I couldn't open them for some reason.

I started to panic.

I tried to focus on my environment.

Beep

Beep

Beep

The only sound I was able to decipher, was a machine of some sort.

My head was buzzing.

The fact that I was defenseless without being able to use my body, made me feel terrified.

Very terrified.

I tried to wiggle my arm, my hand, my pinky even... but with no success.

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

Where was I? The last memory I had was...

The crash.

Overwhelmed by a pang of sadness and shock, I drifted back to the numb state I was in before.

***

"Livia? Can you hear me, honey?"

"If you hear me, can you give me a sign? You are strong, don't forget that."

An unknown female voice talked to me. I tried, I really did to tell her I indeed am able to hear her voice clearly. But I just couldn't open my eyes or let out a sound from my lips.

I had to fight. Mom needed me.

Another voice shrieked, "Doctor, did you see that?! She moved her hand!"

Different voices suddenly started to talk, making it impossible for me in my state to make out what they were saying. The first voice hushed everyone thank God.

I heard the first voice let out a sigh of relief, "Livia, I knew you could do it! Keep fighting, do you hear me? You can do it!"

Slowly, the feeling in my muscles returned. This time I moved both my hands but for that little act I needed all of my strength and will power I could muster.

I cut off all the machines beeping and the strangers around me talking about my condition. I concentrated on myself. I promised myself to wake up and finally hug my mom again, after what happened. That's what I promised her, as well.

My eyes fluttered open. My vision was unfocused and blurred. I focused on the white ceiling and blinked furiously. An unknown face appeared in front of my face. A little to near for my liking but that doesn't matter right now. The black doctor's wide smile made me forget in which situation I was as long as it lasted. Then her lips started to move and I tried to focus back on my environment.

My eyes started to flicker from one face to another, gawking down at me like I was dead meat. Then I looked down at me and stared shocked at my injured body. My right arm was packed in bandages from my wrist up to my shoulder. My heart started to beat violently in my chest. Anxiety and panic made it hard for me to breath and concentrate on the doctor talking to me.

"Livia, please, you have to calm down," she looked down at me, collected and in the famous my-job-is-to-safe-lifes aura. "Take deep breaths, just like this."

I took a deep breath just like she showed me and continued till my heart wasn't beating so fast anymore. The doctor then proceeded to shine a bright medical flashlight of some sort in my eyes.

"Can you tell me, how many fingers these are?"

Four. My mouth was too dry. That's when a nurse raised a cup of water to my lips and I gratefully gulped it down. "F-four."

My voice was unfamiliar to my own ears. It was raspy and groggy, how it is when you wake up from a long slumber. In my case from a coma.

The nurses and other doctors in the room observed my every move, making me feel uncomfortable and tense. The doctor seemed to notice because she instructed all unnecessary co-workers to leave the room to my surprise.

She came back and introduced herself. "Hello, Livia. My name is Dr Miranda Thomas and I am your assigned neurologist. How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy," I half smiled at her, "Thank you for putting up with...this." I looked down at my body and then back at her but she just smiled genuinely.

"It's my job, honey. You were very lucky. We had to put you in an induced coma because of your traumatic brain injury. Could you do me a favor and flail your arms one time?"

I did as she said, successfully with my left arm. I could only bring my bandaged other arm to my lap, whereas the left was only slightly rusty but still functional after a warm-up.

Concerned I looked at Dr Thomas but she patted my shoulder kind-heartedly, "Don't panic. Your arm still needs time to recover. With a little physical therapy you're going to regain all your arm function. A few of that arm's nerves were immensely damaged during the accident."

The accident. I had a bad feeling in my stomach. She has to be okay. She has to. But where is she now?

I looked at Dr Thomas hopeful, my heart beating loudly in my chest, "But Dr, what about my mom? How is she? Can I see her, please?"

She didn't need to say anything. The look in her eyes answered the question I had. She looked down at me with pity and gripped both of my hands.

Overwhelmed, my facade crashed. It felt like yesterday she gave me a good night's kiss or hugged me after I came home crying because the other kids in school made fun of the girl without father. The only girl who was not enough for her own flesh and blood. Whereas, for my mom I was worth having three different jobs so that she could buy me a keyboard, that I had on my wish list for two years. She stayed through all the hardships she had to face and the pain she suffered from. She was the only constant in my life because she was the only one that loved me. She protected me from the evil in this world.

Little did I know that of all people I would be the cause of her tragic death.

"No, p-please, she can't be..." Tears were violently rushing down my face. This can't happen. My ma was my rock, she was the one who I could always relay on. She couldn't have left me here alone because what would I be without her. Whom was I supposed to hold onto?

Dr Thomas' face was contoured in pain and sympathy, "You have to be strong, Livia. I'm... so sorry for your loss."

I couldn't breathe. The world started spinning because I lost my anchor. I would never see her again and tell her that I love her. Dr Thomas' hugging was not the same. I promised her, I promised myself.

Without her this world is not a place I'd ever want to live in.

| Hey guys,

I started a new story because...well, why not?! Stay tuned because a lot coming soon.

RIP Chester

If you want, you can check my other story Being Lana out! Idk why my two main roles' names start with an L loool.

Stay woke, stay sincere and stay beautiful!