My Lust For Him

Please Don't Forget Me

Kiera's POV

I wake up realizing where I am and become sad that Kyle's not with me. I race out of the room I'm in and immediately walk up to a nurse. "How is Kyle? Is he okay? Please don't say he's dead..." I trail off eager for answers. Nurse: "I'm not sure, but I highly doubt that he is dead." Me: "You doubt, no, I need fucking answers! And I need them right fucking now!" I yell at the nurse. Nurse: "Please forgive me, I'll find out. Just please lower your voice."

Me: "Yes, sorry I'm just... still in shock I guess."   Nurse: "Ok, ma'am." Then she walked off. I sit in the waiting room for her to come back...

I've waited for half an hour and I'm scared to find out about Kyle because I don't know if I'm ready for any bad news. There's no point in living if he's not going to be with me, except to born our children and then let them have a good life. I see the nurse walking towards me and her face is pale. A lumps appears in my throat and I get ready to cry.

Nurse: "Sorry, I took so long. I had a few patients to deal with... would you like to go to a separate room to talk?" I just nod, not able to speak from the lump in my throat. I follow her to an empty patient's room and she closes the door.

Nurse: "So, um... about Kyle... he isn't dead." I was so fucking relieved the lump in my throat just disappeared but I still wanted to know his condition so I kept quiet and let her talk. Nurse: " You might want to sit down before I tell you this." Great, just great. I move back to sit in the chair behind me and I stumble doing so.

Nurse: "Ok, you're sitting..." I know that I'm fucking sitting for goddamn sakes. Woman just get to it. Nurse: "I hate to tell you this, this is what I heard from another nurse I'm not sure if it's true but it seems like it is..." Me: "Get to your point please, I don't want to wait forever in hear knowing that he could be dying as we speak." Nurse: "Ok, well, I heard that Keegan has...amnesia. He just hasn't woken up ye-."

I couldn't take it, I couldn't sit down. I ran out of the room so quick and to Kyle's room that he was in. I chased in the room hurting my side from slamming myself against the door to get in, but that didn't matter right now... all that matters to me is Kyle. I sit down next to the patient's bed that he's asleep on. I have tried to hold everything in and be the tough person and not cry, but as I looked at him in his condition and took his hand in mine... I couldn't help but cry.

Hot tears are streaming down my cheeks from all of the times that I've tried to hold them back, but I just can't anymore. To see Kyle hurt with bandages wrapped all around his upper head wear he got shot, it's too hard to look at. I hate myself for him getting shot in the head instead of me, Kylie was going to try to kill me... why did Kyle have to love me that much to take a bullet for me? I know that I would definitely do the same thing for him, but I hate seeing him like this. I whisper close to his ear, "Please don't forget me. We've been through so much, I can't afford losing you. Or losing our memories."

I look at his face and try to imagine the happy, sweet, and loving Kyle... but it's hard to when he's hurt and it's my fault. Why did he have to love me so much? My thoughts are pressed aside when the doctor that's taking care of Kyle walks in the door. I'm not crying anymore but apparently my tears weren't dried because the doctor handed me the box of tissues.

Me: "Is it true?" Doctor: "Is what true?"
Me: "Don't act like you don't know, what the nurse told me about Kyle. Is it true?" Doctor: "Sweetheart, I don't know what she told you but whatever it is you look upset by it." Me: "Oh, yea... I was c-crying." I stuttered from embarrassment. Doctor: "What did she tell you that made you so upset?" Me: She told me that K-kyle has a-amnesia. Is it t-true?" I stuttered while asking because of me crying earlier.

Doctor: "Oh, well we had thought that's what it was but after testing, we're certainly positive that he doesn't have amnesia. He is in a coma right now and we won't know for sure how he's going to feel when he wakes up. All I can do is give him the medicine that he needs and hope that he'll wake up." I hold back the tears of joy and sadness as I say, "I hope he will wake up too."

A/N: I know that this chapter is really fucking depressing, but there's a lot more that's going to go into it. I left it off at a shocking part in the story so I had to build up the moment. Plus it's hard to not write about depressing things when you're depressed. I'm going to try and schedule weekly releases for each story that I'm working on so that you won't have to wait for ages just for me to post. Thank you guys so much for all of the support, please vote and comment your feelings about this chapter. Oh, btw I wanted to let you know that we're almost at 400 reads on this story! I'm so excited for the future and how my writing skills will advance. I love you guys and I'm thankful for all of your support. Until next time... bye!