last words [l.t]

chapter 4

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»louis«

Dear em,

Hi babe. I know you're not going to read this but I'm going to write it anyway.

I wanted you to know how bad I felt because I ruined your life. I rushed you out and wasn't looking for the semi-truck.

I wanted to telll you that I had planned on proposing to you that night. I was so intent and excited that i turned selfish and ruined your life. I destroyed you, your life, and myself, all in one night.

This was not to talk about my day, it was to tell you that. It feels good to get off my chest.

-Louis

why I wrote that day, I have no idea. I needed to- it was eating me inside and out. I never thought about her reading this, or ever knowing i wrote in it.

"Mr.Tomlinson, we have news for you," Dr. Slaten flipped through the notes on the room's clipboard, smiling at me, "Miss Walkington has progressed enough through her medically induced coma that she now has a 50% chance of living. That could be either bad, or good, we don't know yet. We plan on waking her up soon if she doesnt wake up by herself first."

"What exactly do you mean, medically induced coma?" I looked Dr. Slaten straight in the eye, begging for an answer with my eyes.

"The intern nurse was supposed to tell you-" she fumbled with the papers on her clipboard, "we had to put her in a medically induced coma because she was loosing so much blood."

"Is that safe?" I looked her dead in the eye and wrung my hands lightly.

"W-well," she seemed at a loss for words, "it could be dangerous in certain situations, but helpful in others." the explanation was crap but I took it gladly.

"How will you wake her up?" my voice seemed to be getting smaller and smaller with every sentence that passed.

"That is confidential, as it will not be me waking her up. I have a surgery tomorrow so there will be a different doctor for the check-up. Now, I must go Mr. Tomlinson, I'm a very busy woman. Please try to enjoy the rest of your day." she smiled softly and stepped outside the room, closing the door behind her.

I turned to the hospital bed, leaning back in my chair and staring at the girl in front of me. Her hair was matted against her pillow, smeared makeup around her eyes, wrinkled hospital gown, and I hated how unattractive it made her.

She was Emily- she was always supposed to stay beautiful, but looked how that turned out!

I rubbed my face, trying to wipe away the tiredness and weariness right off the skin. My attempt failed, but I felt more relieved and relaxed.

My phone caught my attention as the screen lit up with the small green message icon. As I picked it up, I read the contact name and smiled slightly.

From: Eleanor

hey lou(: we might not still

be friends but i heard about what happened with emily, is she ok?

•

To: Eleanor

Hey El(: she's doing ok I guess, but she's still under. I cant really talj right now, I'll get back to you later

To: Eleanor

talk*

•

I set the phone back down, pushing all the snack-bags of potato chips and cups of water over on the small table to make room.

Eventually, my mind was drifting as I stared out the window across the hospital room. What was going to happen after this? What if she lived?

She is going to live. Right?

That night, I cried. For the umpteenth time, I cried. I cried in front of her, for her, and for myself. I sobbed my way to sleep, where I cried more.

Why had I been caused so much pain? It never made any sense why this happened to me- to us. To her. Did I do something wrong? Was this God's way of saying we weren't made for each other?

Sometimes, I wonder. What would've happened if I had waited another day to propose?

Maybe I shouldn't of been so stupid.

Maybe I shouldn't of planned on proposing.

Maybe we never should have met.

No matter how much it hurt me, I couldn't help but consider it.

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"Mr. Tomlinson? We've finished with Miss Walkington. She has asked to see you." The intern nurse, Regan, smiled softly, holding a clipboard in her small hands.

I sighed nervously and nodded, following back to the all-too-familiar room. Through the window, I could see the back of Emily's head, but when I stepped into the room, I finally got to see her face.

It was so full of life, with a small smile gracing her lips, her whole face was lit up. She has a glimmer in her gray eyes and some color back in her cheeks. It was all too pleasing to see her smiling and just living again.

"Louis!" her voice took my breath away, seeming so foreign and bright.

Oh, how I missed her.

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guys ok this chapter took a long time. im just asdfghjkl

i went to soldier field last nighT FOR WWA AND GUYS B EST NIGHT EVER

HALF MY PHOTOS APP IS FROM LAST NIGHT

oh and yeah.. its short... i kinda have a teeny weeny itty bitty case of writers block? um...

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