•Bittersweet (Ryan Sitkowski)• COMPLETED

Are You Really, Truly Here? { 25 }

Ryan

I look over at her resting body covered in bandages. Her left wrist is broken along with her left long. Her right hip and left shoulder were dislocated but the doctors were able to pop her arm back into place but her hip was a little harder so it has to be wrapped just to make 100% sure it stays in place. She had a bandage on her forehead and gauze covering a lot of her body, hiding the scratches below.

A machine rests beside her, pumping new blood and the treatment for her sickness into her body. My face falls. That's what was killing her. Tuberculosis. Also known as Consumption back in the day. The thing that killed every female close to Edgar Allen Poe.

The sight alone kills me but I can't help but hope, that maybe, maybe if I tell her about our memories of the past that maybe she'll wake up.

My eyes drift back to her body motionless in white on the hospital bed. God, I love this girl so much. I didn't realize it until after Alex and I broke up. The reason being was Alex realized that she was a lesbian and didn't really find herself interested in guys in that way.

I came here today determined to tell Jessica how I felt about her. And I did. I thought it would make me feel better but it didn't. If anything it made me feel even more shitty because I'm the reason why she's in this hospital bed right now.

Sighing, I stand up. After confessing my love to her for her, I just, I just can't take seeing her like this. Unmoving, her skin cold and paler than normal. Her purple hair fading with her dark roots showing. I guess the only that has come so far is that she's now able to breath on her own. That's one step closer to waking up, isn't it?

Shaking my head, I stand up and say bye to the love of my life. After pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, I make my way to the door. With my hand on the handle, I go to twist it only to hear the voice that had been haunting my dreams as much as my days. My body freezes.

"Ryan?" They croak.

Slowly turning around, I see Jessica laying limply in her bed, struggling to keep her eyes open as she looks at me.