The Only Reason (5SOS)

XII. Rehabilitate

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rehabilitate (verb): to help someone who has who has been ill or in prison to return to a healthy, independent, and useful life

-Luke's Point of View-

"She's in a coma." The doctor said, dropping the bomb on us unexpectedly.

My heart rate picked up and an indescribable pain pounded in my head. I covered my ears, trying to block out his words so that they wouldn't reach my brain. But it was already too late. I had put Jess in a coma, it was my fault. Weirdly, I didn't give a damn about Styles blaming me or whatnot, I only cared about what was going to happen to the girl I had fallen for in such a short amount of time.

"What now?" Ashton squeaked, the terror in his voice inevitable. I hadn't even began thinking about how my friends were feeling, after all, they were her friends too. As selfish as it may sound, no one knew what I was going through right now. The guilt was burning holes in my mind, dissolving my sanity. I wanted to shout and punch the wall a million times because Jess had no idea how much I loved her and now she might never even know.

"Let me explain her condition first." The doctor, who's name tag informed us that his name was Jason, spoke softly as he knew this was a touchy subject. "Jess's accident has caused some swelling in her brain, however, it was nothing major. But in order to heal, we had to put her in an induced coma. She should be waking up soon due to her injury not being severe."

"Can we see her?" I asked eagerly.

Jason looked at his wrist watch before speaking again. "There is time for only one of you to go inside before the visiting hours are over."

I glanced at my friends, my eyes begging them to let me be the one who's allowed to see her. Without even looking amongstthemselves, the three of them nodded, giving me permission. Jason motioned for me to follow him and I did. My heart pounded against my rib cage as his hand rested on the handle of the door. He gave me a reassuring pat on the back before letting me in.

I was informed that I only had ten minutes before my time was up. I thanked him and rushed to Jess's side. Noticing how helpless she looked, I began crying. I couldn't imagine the pain she was going through and it was all because of me. How was I supposed to ignore the guilt? Jess was laying in the hospital bed, unconscious as the doctor had said. My fingers interlocked with hers, and I wondered if she was somehow aware of my presence.

"Jess, I'm so sorry-" I began, my voice cracking, and I knew I was breaking down once again. Not caring whether or not I sounded like a whip since she couldn't probably hear me, I continued speaking. "You're going to be just fine, trust me. I won't be able to forgive myself for what I'd done to you. Aleisha was right, no one deserves to be in pain because of me. I'm sorry."

I lifted her hand and planted a soft kiss to her knuckles. Frustration was too small a word to describe how I felt. I wanted to scream, hoping it would wake her up but it was all useless. My head throbbed with pain as I lowered my forehead onto her abdomen and weeped. I fisted the sheets and punched the mattress, she didn't deserve any of this. Jason walked into the room and cleared his throat, indicating it was my time to leave. I got up, kissed Jess's forehead and filed out.

-Michael's Point of View-

Jade and I walked past the high school we had attended two years ago. We strolled side by side, neither of us saying a word as we passed the building's gates and entered the courtyard. Jade led me to her favorite bench, which was stationed between a tree and a statue of the founder of our school. I smiled at her as we sat down.