Skip and Beau

Chapter 4: Swinging Doors

This is kind of a pre-Author's Note I guess...anyway THANKS SO MUCH. I have more than 100 reads on this so I'm treating you by putting this out a night early! You guys are the best! This might be my favourite chapter yet! To my silent readers: Remember to tell me what you think! Skip or Beau? xx

*Beau's Point of View*

I screwed up. I screwed up bad. I mean, I've fucked up lots of times, but not this bad.

And here I am waiting in a hospital, for my best friend that I love, who's stuck in a coma, and has a 50% chance to wake up from a concussion that affected her mid-brain. She's in ER room 3, and we're not allowed to come in yet.

Wallace came over to me again, apologizing over and over, asking if I needed anything.

Wallace. This is all fucking Wallace's fault. Not mine.He's the one that fractured her skull with his big ass foot. Coming down the slide at whatever kilos per hour right behind us, knocking Sara in the head. I rejected any offer he had for me.

I sighed, who am I kidding? This is all my fault. I didn't even try to help her when she fell out of the damned tube in the first place. I can't believe she fell out of that thing! Especially so ironic that it was right after I accidentally hinted that I liked her, calling her 'babe'. I wish I hadn't done that now.

Wow, I would kill just to see her again. I quickly wiped the tears off my face and glanced up, over at Skip. We were the only 2 besides Wallace that drove over to the hospital so Sara didn't feel too crowded.

He and Sara seemed to be pretty tight even though they just met yesterday, and it freaked me out a little. I wanted her to fall in love with me like I fell for her, and I just wish she knew that before she got into the accident. I don't care if I'm going to college soon, she is mine and only mine, I can't let Skip invade what we have. He just isn't right for her.

The doctors said that they'd be a while with Sara, and will notify us when...if she wakes up. If, that word stings right now. Feeling drowsy, I nodded off...

*Skip's Point Of View*

I feel like this is all my fault. I can't believe I'm here. In this hospital. This room. This exact room is where it happened before. The concussion to the mid-brain. Everything. And they still have the same swinging doors from last year.

I can see it's obvious that Beau and Sara see a lot in each other, but I just want Sara to see what could happen between us. But I think she's suspicious of what I'm hiding. I wish she didn't notice. I just don't know what I'll say about it all...The story is too long to tell to her, and I don't want her to feel bad for me.

Last year, my parents, little sister, Hailey, who was 7 at the time, and I were living an average city life.  I loved Hailey more than anything, she was the most innocent child anyone has ever seen. We never fought, she never bothered me, she was smart, funny, and anyone that met her thought she was absolutely adorable.

The city's pretty big and has a huge population, so there were often crowds that anyone could easily get lost in. But it's much worse whenever someone famous comes around, like Bieber.

I was taking Hailey to her first Justin Bieber concert. She wasn't really obsessed with him, she was only 7, but enjoyed his music; so we just got some affordable tickets in the risers so she could see him.

The stadium was absolute madness after the concert, around 11PM. Justin wasn't too bad live. As we walked to the metro, the two of us got caught in a large crowd of girls that were chasing after what was apparently Justin's car. Two mega-fans pushed her down, screaming "You're only 7!" and "You don't have a chance!" thinking she was trying to find Justin as well.

As I went down to pick her up, absolutely pissed off with the bitches, I was shocked when I found Hailey's body limp; she was unconscious. The hospital was right near where we were, so I ran, carrying her over.

I don't think I've ever sprinted so quickly in my entire life, it was terrifying.

Once she was in the emergency room I called my parents, and they both arrived at the hospital in minutes, worried sick after I told them what happened after the concert. Next thing I know I'm passed out on the hospital floor, and wake up a few minutes later sitting in a waiting room chair, by the swinging doors that lead to the emergency rooms...

Coming out of those same damn doors I'm sitting near now waiting for Sara, Hailey's doctor came up to my parents and I and said, "She has a mild concussion to the mid-brain, she'll be quite all right." We all sighed in relief. That must've been the best feeling I ever had, knowing she was going to be okay. "However," the doctor continued, "since she's so young and not totally developed, she'll be unconscious for longer than the average patient." We nodded. "You can stay here for the rest of the night and I'm 100% sure she'll be awake and ready tomorrow, so we can talk about what to do for a healthy recovery and possible physical therapy for Daniel." He said, looking at me.

"What?" I asked, concerned, "Why do I need therapy?" What did he mean, therapy? Hailey's perfectly fine, and I am too.

"Daniel," he said, "when you ran into the hospital, you were in such great shock that you didn't realize you broke your foot on your way over." I glanced down, surprised to see a red cast on my foot. "There's still anesthesia on it, which is probably why you can't feel it."

"Was it when I passed out for a few minutes? When you put the cast on me?" I asked, in utter disbelief. How didn't I notice this before?

The doctor laughed. "You were out cold for an hour, but you were still completely healthy when we put the cast on and left you in the waiting room with your parents. It's about 1AM right now."

"Oh, okay." Well this was embarrassing. How did I not noti-

"Doctor!" A nurse came in. "We need your help in ER3!"

He left promptly after that, and my mum, dad, and I spent the night in the waiting room. I could feel the numbness on my foot leaving, and the pain entering. It killed.

Around 4AM, the doctor came out through the doors, waking all of us up. "Mr. and Mrs. Sahyounie, Daniel," he began.

"Yes?" Asked my father, trying not to look as worried as he sounded.

"Hailey's head trauma went much further into her brain than expected, I'm afraid we just lost her." said the doctor. My parents' faces were unlike anything I've seen before. I'm sure mine was the same.

Eyes wide and furious, my dad shouted, "WELL GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THERE AND GET MY DAUGHTER."

"Sir, we tried several times and-"

"WAKE UP MY DAUGHTER." I've never seen my dad cry. It was scary.

"Honey, she's gone. There's nothing they can do." My mum soothed him, tears silently streaming down her face very slowly, like it was eating at her.

"My daughter..." my dad murmured. "She was in ER3, wasn't she? The help the nurse needed a few hours ago. That was her. Hailey. Hailey come back. We can go get some ice cream and forget this ever happened." My dad was dazed, mumbling to himself. He got very quiet, looking down.

My parents suddenly remembered their first-born and looked at me, trying to read my emotions. I shook my head, walking through the swinging doors.

"Daniel!" The doctor called. But I ignored him. "Daniel, I know this is a very hard time for you but we can't let you in this hallway. You're not authorized and there are contagious diseases here! You'll hurt your foot!" Again, I ignored him. Who gives a shit about a broken foot? No one. I opened the door to Room 3 in the ER hallway to find Hailey; eyes closed, like she was peacefully sleeping. But this time...she'll never wake up.

I crumpled to my knees, crying, shaking, screaming. I never got to say goodbye to her. She'll never get to see how much I love her. I will never forget.

And this is why absolutely hate this hospital. This room. And those God damned swinging doors.

Author's Note: Sorry if this is depressing, guys. It just kinda came to me. I felt like the last couple chapters had a lot of Beau so I needed some Skip in this one. More reviews  please and thanks for reading! xx Elissa