Chapter 42

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*Frederikke Pov*

I've been in Oslo for 4 days now.

Oslo and Oslo, okay maybe not.

I've been at the hospital all that time and even more specific I've been with Martinus all the time.

The only time I've let go of his hand is when I go to pee or when the doctors have to take some tests on him.

By the way everything is stable.

I would say fine but is not.

Martinus is in coma.

Sorry I say that a lot, is just so much to take in for me.

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Right now I'm alone in the room with Tinus, he looks very bad - well not bad bad, actually he looks oddly handsome.

But he also looks dead - his pale lips is just a tiny bit more pink than his skin, witch is all white.

I place my lips on his hand. I lay my head on his stomach.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you"

(Wicked game - Chris Isaak)

I slowly sang the lyrics out in the room.

Martinus & Marcus are the only ones that have really heard me sing.

Martinus used to say that I sing like the melody he has been missing in most of the songs he created.

So now when I'm alone in the room I sing.

I guess I hope that he'll wake up by hearing my voice.

I hear the door open.

"So how are you to doing" I hear Gerd-Anne ask.

"Fine, just sing a little" I say as a tear slips my eye.

I stand up.

"Do you want something to eat?" Marcus asks.

"No I'm not really hungry"

"Frederikke you haven't eaten anything in 4 days, you'll end up lying in a bed like Martinus"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"In a different room"

I look up, right into Marcus eyes. He looks at me with worry.

"Okay I'll eat"

They don't need more trouble at this point.

We have all been crying for at least 3 / 5 days this has been going on.

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