somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 11

"Georgia," My mother whimpers as I walk into the hospital with my suitcase in my hand. I drop it to the floor, running into her arms and bursting into tears. I felt her own tears rolling onto my hair, which just made me feel worse. I don't know if you've ever seen your mother cry, but it makes you want to cry.

"How is he?" I ask, looking over at my dad who has his head in his hands, pulling at it in frustration.

"He's.... not great, George," She says, wiping some tears from her eyes. "But hey, he's still alive. He's a fighter. I have faith in him, that he'll pull through this," She says, trying to believe her own words. I can tell she doesn't, but she was just trying to make me feel better.

"Who's this?" She asks, looking over at Michael.

"Michael", I say quietly, as he smiles at her.

"Hi," He says, walking over to her and giving her a friendly hug. "I'm sorry about Jack," he says quietly. She just nods, biting on her lip to hold back more tears. She's just trying to be strong for me, but she just needs to let her emotions out. It's not healthy to keep everything bottled up inside like that.

"Mum.. you can cry. It's okay," I tell her. She just smiles weakly, "I've cried enough for about four people, I don't think I have any tears left," She says jokingly. I try to smile back, but I know she didn't buy it for a second. And neither did Michael, because he grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

............

"Mr and Mrs. Noble?" A doctor calls out, and we all jolt up immediatley, walking over to him.

"Hi, my name is Doctor. Bicknal. Your son has just undergone surgery for his fractured skull and the internal bleeding in his brain, as well as the surgery for his broken leg, and they were all successful. Unfortunatley.." He starts. Of course there's an 'unfortunatley'. There always is.

"His spine was crushed during the accident. When he was hit by the truck, he not only fell from his bike, but he was thrown onto the road and run over by a man on his motor bike. He is also here with injuries not nearly as survier as Jacks, but some of them were similar due to similar circumstances."

"I don't care about him! Tell me what the 'unfortunatley' is with my brother!" I shout, causing Michael to rub circles into my hand, calming me down.

"Yes.. unfortunatley, due to the spinal injury, it looks like Jack will be paralysed from the waist down," He says, looking sincere. "I'm very sorry," He says, watching as my mother breaks down again, but in my fathers arms. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. I have this horrible feeling deep down, like I'm going to be sick. I can't quite register what just happened. Paralysed? You always hear stories like this on the news, as I've already said, and when they're not about the person dying, it's their miracle recovery. 'He had to adjust his whole life, but he's happy now. Just because he can't walk doesn't mean he can't be a normal, happy teenager'.... Pfft. They can't be that happy, I mean, they can't walk! At least he wasn't paralysed from the neck down a part of me tells myself, but I just shrug it off. None of this shouldn't have happened, so I'm not thinking of the 'what ifs'. He's 16, he's still in high-school. He never even got to go to a club or anything, he has his whole life ahead of him, and now he's going to spend it disabled and in a wheel chair. It isn't fair, he's a good person.

"Why is this happening to him?" My mother mumbles into my fathers chest, he just holds her, his own tears slowly rolling down his face. I have never seen my father cry, and just seeing that made me start to cry.

"Oh my god," I whimper, sitting down on the floor and starting to cry. Michael sits down with me, wrapping my in his arms.

"Hey, he's okay. He's okay," Michael whispers, as I completely loose it. I can't deal with this. No doubt, I'm happy he's alive and I'm happy that things weren't worse, but he's only 16. His whole life plan has just been snatched from his hands and torn into tiny little pieces that could never be put back together.

"I love you mummy," I say, walking over to my mum and hugging her. My dad, just hugs us both, and we all cry together.

Michael's POV

They were all crying. I've never been so sad in my entire life. Nothing has ever hurt as much as seeing Georgia crying like this. In her parents arms. They are all just.. they're messes. And it's horrible, because there's nothing I can say or do to make her feel better.

I just sit down on one of the chairs provided as all the other people can't help but stare at Georgia and her parents, I give them all a death glare, and they look away and pretend to ignore it. I want to hold Georgia, I want to stroke her hair and tell her she's beautiful even in the state that she's in, and that everything is going to turn out okay. But she needs her family right now, and I know that, so I just leave her to cry in her parents' arms.

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Georgia's POV

I haven't cried this much in my entire life. My whole body is weak and I feel numb. I know this is all happening but it just doesn't seem real. It hasn't registered in my brain yet. I was sitting in Michaels lap, my face burried in his neck, as he whispered soothing things in my ear and rubbed circles into my back. I really appreciate Michael being here. His prescence is really calming for me, like a drug.

I've been sitting in this hospital for nearly 8 hours, just waiting for a doctor to come out and tell us the verdict of Jack's surgery. It feels like more than 8 hours, the hours feel like days and the minutes feel like hours. Wait.. that doesn't make sense because 60 hours is more than a day.. that's more than 2 days.. Ugh, my lack of sleep and the amount of crying I have done is making me really weird. I can't think straight, I can't even talk. My thoughts are all jumbled and I just feel... weird.

"Mr and Mrs. Noble. And Miss Noble," the Doctor smiles at me, thinking that him acknowledging my prescence is some great thing for me. When it really isn't, I couldn't give a fuck if he knew I was here or not.

"How is he?" My dad asks, his voice cracking because of the fact he hasn't spoken in a very long time.

"He's doing really well, actually. He's extremely lucky considering the circumstances. You raised a fighter. I guess you could say he's a CrackerJacker.. I'm joking," he says, smiling at my mother and father. My mother smiles back, but I can see that it's fake. Don't crack a fucking joke you asshole this isn't a fucking time for jokes my brother is paralysed and we're stuck in a fucking hospital and I had to drag my ass up here from Sydney so just shut the fuck up and tell us the news you prick! I internally scream at the man, but I try not to let my inner thoughts show on my face.

"I think he's going to be just fine, so don't worry about him. It turns out the damage to his back wasn't as bad as we thought, but he has badly fractured it, but the surgery has fixed it. He will still have back problems for the rest of his life and be in a wheelchair for a while but he should be able to walk in 1-2 years or so," He smiles. I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding and smile for the first time in what seems like forever, even though it's only been, like, 24 hours since I got the news. My mother is hugging my father, so I hug Michael. He squeezes me and lifts me up slightly, causing me to laugh slightly.

"I told you everything would be okay, didn't I?" He says into my ear.

"Yeah, I guess you did," I smile.