His Little Toy. [Jack Gilinsky]

Chapter 16.

It felt like I've been crying for months when in reality it's only been 3 days.

3 days of Jack in a coma. 3 days of pure unescapable pain.

Not knowing if Jack was going to wake up from this coma and come back to me, it was making my heart hurt so much it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

It's also been 3 days since I last saw him. I felt like I couldn't breathe when I was in that hospital room with him. The constant beating of the heart monitor making me lose my mind.

Did I feel bad that I wasn't there with him? Of course, it made me feel like I was letting him down. He may be unconscious but there's a small part of me that feels like he can sense that I'm not there waiting for him to wake up.

My brother has been constantly sending me text messages letting me know if Jacks condition changes, but as of now they were only small ones in his breathing or light twitches of his fingers.

Today though, today I was determined to get ready and visit him. I needed to see for myself if he was getting better. I couldn't handle not looking at his face, trying to fight the feeling of wanting to see him for the past 3 days was slowly killing me, so it was now or never.

I got ready in a record time, quickly grabbing my purse and my phone and jetting down the stairs.

My parents were once again not home, so I didn't have to worry about letting anyone know where I was going.

It honestly feels like I haven't seen them forever, when they get home from work I'm asleep and I when I wake up in the morning they're gone.

Deciding not to put to much thought into that, I opened my car door, connecting my phone and putting on some music for the 20-minute drive ahead of me. Once I heard the beat of 'Estamos Clear' I skipped to Bad Bunny's verse because he was the only thing currently making me happy, I backed out and drove to the hospital.

20 minutes and 5 songs later, I was parking the car and walking into the hospital. I passed the familiar halls, riding the elevator up to the 3rd floor and looking for Jacks room. I still couldn't wrap my head around Jack being unconscious for 4 days but I was positive that sooner or late he was going to wake up.

"Hey, I was just about to call you!" My brother said, walking towards me.

"Why? Anything new?" I asked, giving him a quick hug.

He didn't reply right away but from the smile forming on his face I knew it was good news. "Doc thinks Jack might wake up any minute now, he said his vital signs were great and he's breathing on his own now."

"Oh my god! That's amazing news!" I wrapped my arms around him again, so happy to hear Jack was getting better. "Can I see him?"

"Yeah I suppose; I'm going to go to Dunkin's real quick to get some iced coffee because the coffee here sucks ass." He chuckled at his own comment. "So you can keep him company while I'm gone."

I mumbled an 'ok' before making my way to Jacks room.

I was happy that he's getting better but that didn't stop my heart from feeling like it was going to combust. And it also didn't help that his heart monitor was making me anxious, I heard it before I saw him but it felt like it was so loud, just echoing off the walls.

My anxiety went out the window when my eyes landed on Jack. His olive skin tone was back and his bruises were slowly fading. He seemed better since the last time I saw him. This time I knew for sure I wouldn't be running out of here.

I pulled the white chair that was next to the door closer to Jacks bed and took a seat. With a trembling hand, I reached for his, warmth radiating from his touch.