Walls

Chapter 30 part1

Jace's tear has been a big news for all of us. His doctors agreed that it is a glimpse of hope for Jace. Though clinically, they needed more than that to be able to say he has really progressed.

For me however and for Jace's parents it is a great news. It means he is still there. He is still here fighting along our sides. He hasn't given up. He is fighting.

Because of this, Jace's mom has allowed me to come near Jace more often. She hasn't talked to me yet but she were able to tolerate it whenever I would visit Jace daytime. Though I am still in charge of staying throughout the night, I have now the chance to talk to Jace during visiting hours.

Jayson, on the other hand, has been recovered nicely. His cast has been removed and he can now walk without assistance. He stay up with me sometimes in the hospital to look after Jace. I know he has felt that I have obviously chosen Jace already, but I appreciate it a lot that he chose to stay and be my best friend especially now wherein I needed one the most. We haven't talked about it yet but I know he can feel it is Jace.

Jace's POV

"Jace, my son. Please wake up. Mama already misses your cooking. You promised to be my assistant this Thanksgiving."

I felt my mom squeezed my hand.

"It will be a Thanksgiving day next month. You need to choose the turkey. You know how bad I am with turkeys."

I smiled, or more like I tried to smile. The last time she was assigned to choose the turkey, it was too old. It was barely edible. It was so horrible that she was never allowed to choose and buy turkey alone.

I have been hearing them. I hear them whenever they talk to me. I am aware of my surroundings, each noise, I can hear them. I can hear doctors and nurses talking far from my right. I know that the one on my left is a new patient and that that last one died. I know because I were able to hear them. It was terrifying, but I grew accustomed. I had no choice but to endure. I love that time of the day when my mom or dad would go beside me and talk to me. It gives me strength. It hurts me to hear them cry or hear them fighting their tears. I know I am in a bad shape. I know because I feel the pain. I tried over and over to move, to open my eyes but I can't. It seemed too heavy.

I miss looking at their faces, most especially Danielle's face. Her voice gives me hope. It encourages me not to give up. I know she is fighting, she told me so. I wanted so much to tell her I am fighting also. I long to kiss her.

"Your dad is outside, honey. He is talking with your doctors. They said you've been doing really well. You're brain activity has increased a lot as shown in the MRI. You're doing good, my boy."

"Also, I know you wanted to know how Danielle was. Well, I think you are aware that I have been not nice to her. You cannot blame me. I was afraid I might lose you. She was the cause of this, I can't help but to blame."

Mom..

"But I know and I can feel you love her. So I'm really trying my best to work it out. I know she is a nice girl. Just baby please, wake up for mommy?"

I tried to move my hand. Slowly, I am feeling it. It feels so heavy but I wanted to tell mom that it isn't Danielle's fault. I wanted to tell her that it was my decision to risk my life for Danielle. I know she never wanted to see me like this. Mom must not blame Danielle.

I tried to move my whole hand but I wasn't able to. Instead, I was able to lift my finger.

Mom must have noticed because soon, I hear doctors and nurses checking on me.

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