No Control

Glenn and Cindy

Thomas's POV:

Glenn and Cindy Grey, better referred to as mom and dad. They have been there for me throughout my entire life. They got me my first bike, my first phone, my first everything really. Ever since the accident my mom has spent these past days as a walking mess. Mom has had endless fights with each nurse, but if you had a 17 year-old son in a coma, would you act any different?

Dad is no different. He is always checking my monitor, asking for my needs, always needing health updates and he has the job of comforting mom and Adam. They are honestly the best people on Earth and have been nothing but positive, at least when they are in the room with me.

Nothing new happened today, the nurses came in to change everything and talk to mom and dad. I will never forget the struggle and pain my parents are going through, never leaving, one of them sleeping on an uncomfortable chair in case I wake up at 4am and no one is there to notify. My parents are the main reason I have been fighting.

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It's currently 7pm and visiting hours end at 9. Dad told mom he was going to stay tonight because Adam really missed her, so she sat by my bed and wished me goodnight.

"Goodnight, my sweet boy. Thank you for fighting and staying here with us, I don't know what I'd do..." -Mom suddenly lost it. She started sobbing loudly, a kind of sob I've never heard over this time, and my dad rushed to her side to hug her. She was bawling at this point and she kept saying things like: "What if he doesn't make it?"

"Don't say that, he has fought for five months and he will fight for more, he is strong"- my dad said, trying to calm her desperate tears.

"He is getting weaker, you heard the doctors, what if he leaves and I am not here with him? I can't do it." she said as she continued to cry in dad's arms.

"Cindy, don't ever think about that again, let alone say it. We have to stay strong, we have to do it for Thomas"- dad said, but even I can see his sad face, and my eyes are fully shut. "Go home to Adam, I will call you if anything but I can assure you he will be fine".

I couldn't really hear what they said next, but I heard the door shutting and I suppose that was the sound of mom leaving. I suddenly felt someone close to me, and then dad grabbed my hand.

"Hey buddy, it's me, dad. Listen, no matter what you do, never stop fighting. I know you might feel as if you have no control, but you can do this, you have been doing this and I couldn't be more proud of you. I need you to stay strong, your mother is not having it easy. Adam is worst though, he is sleeping every night on your bed and wearing your shirts to school, saying "this is my big brothers shirt". You are extremely missed" -as he was saying this I noticed his voice started cracking. "I need to know, Thomas, are you still there, please, I need a sign".

My heart broke. I couldn't believe the protector of the family, the guardian and the strongest person throughout this whole situation was crying. I really wanted to squeeze his hand, but I couldn't.

Dad went to sleep about five minutes later, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about what mom had said, that the doctors told her I was weaker. I don't feel weaker, but then again, I can't really feel much. I know for a fact that Adam is coming tomorrow, and I'm not ready for that.