A Million Crushes

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Conor

I couldn't concentrate. I looked down at my phone for the 5th time that night.

I rolled over in my bed and faced the ceiling. If she was home she would have called.

But you left her so why would she call?

My subconscious added to my confusion.

I was worried. It had 6 hours since I left her.

I gazed up at the clock. The time read: 3:00am. I decided to call her myself. It rung a few times before an unfamiliar voice answered.

''Hello.'' The voice was cold and stony with fatigue and irritation.

''I need to speak to Leah.'' I said.

''Sir. I'm sorry. This is StMarks hospital you are speaking with. Miss Smith is in no condition to speak.''

What the hell is that suppose to mean?

''What? I need to talk to her so give her the fucking phone!''

I felt my face heat with anger, my heart race with fear.

What was this??

''Sir! I would it, that you'd mind your language." The voice was now angry, and was no longer concealing it. "Ms Smith went into a coma 4 hours ago, impact suffered to her head caused severe concussion and she has not regained consciousness since then . You may book with the receptionist to visit soon. Goodnight."

What have I done?

She'll be alright, she'll be alright.

Leah I'm sorry.

She's gonna die, she's gonna die.

No! No, she won't.

You should have listened to me!

Stop!

She's gonna die.

Leah I'm sorry. Leah.

Just smile for me I'll make it up to you.

Tell me it isn't true

Tell me-

''Conor!''

I turned to face Zach.

''What!'' I breathed.

''You were talking to yourself.''

''No I wasn't.''

''Conor, you were.''

''So? People always talk to themselves''.

''Conor, what the hell?''

''She's gonna die, Zach and it's all my fucking fault!''

''How? How is it your fault? What fucked up situation did you get yourself stuck in?'' Zach taunted, a smirked played his lips and he crossed his arms over his chest.

''I left her.''

''You left her, what the fuck!''

'' I didn't fucking know they were going to beat her fucking unconscious!''

I felt warm, large tears run from my eyes.

I had to see her.

**

''Conor. Conor Fairfield?''

I soon as my name was called I stood to attention.

''You're here to see Ms Smith?''

The nurse asked.

I nodded my head frantically.

She walked me over to her ward but stopped at the door.

''Mr Fairfield, please.'' Her voice breaks a little. "Please remain calm.''

I felt the tears threatening to fall again, like an automatic response to hearing her name. My whole body shoke with pain.

''Ok.'' I whispered nodding my head, as I wiped away my tears.

The nurse nodded.

''You were warned, Mr Fairfield.''

And she opens the door to reveal Leah.

I stepped closer towards her bed.

A muffled scream escaped my mouth which was covered by my hand.

This isn't Leah.

They took me to the wrong fucking ward.

But then I looked at the chocolate brown hair that was sprawled across the pillow, swirling from her head like a blossom tree and my heart crumbled.

It was Leah.

Her eyelids were swollen so that they covered her eyes completely. Her cheeks held heavy purple bruises and a scar ran along her forehead so that it dipped slightly into her eyelid. Her lips dropped and blood ran along her upper lip.

I found it difficult to stand and I dropped to my knees beside her bed.

This was not someone. This was something. I looked over to the heart monitor by her bed side. It went up and down in a repetitive manner. I took her hand in mine.

''Leah. Leah it's me'' I knew she could hear me. ''It's Conor '' 

The heart monitor suddenly began to beep rapidly and a group of Medical staff ran into the room.

''Abnormal heart rate!'' A doctor yelled across the room. They shouted over one another.

It was scaring the shit out of me.

''Doctor. What's going on!'' The doctor looked at me and continued to shake Leah.

''Stop!'' I screamed, my voice hoarse and croaky. ''You'll hurt her''. They continued to act like I wasn't there. The nurse that brought me here, appeared in the door way.

''Mr Fairfield, I'm afraid you'll have to leave now.'' She said looking at me sympathetically.

''What happening to her?'' I asked.

''She's responding. We think that she's responding to the stimuli. Either that, or you said something that caused her to react.''

I didn't have the strength to move.

I watched as everything went in slow motion. The doctors screaming and shouting for help.People weeping and crying.  My eyes fixed on Leah, as security dragged me out of the room.