Hello Again

7.

Blankly staring at the wall in front of me, my lips escaped a shaky sigh, feeling the almost dried tears lightly tightening the skin on my cheeks as that horrible image kept plaguing my mind, like a ghost hunting me, tormenting me.

I had no more tears left to cry...no voice to scream my pain...

No strength...

It's been almost two hours since I've lastly seen her inanimately lying on that stretcher, as the paramedics crazily rushed through the hallways with me hot on their tails as I practically fought with them to find out what happened and where were they taking her, only to have two large doors slammed in my face, leaving me with nothing but my tormenting pain and desperation, not really knowing if I would ever see her alive again or not.

Oh God, please let her live...I can't lose her too...

I silently prayed, feeling a small, stray tear escaping the corner of my eye, slowly wiping it as I let out another shaky breath.

"Miss Bard?"

My head almost instantly snapped up, turning it towards the source of that masculine voice, noticing a relatively young male approaching me, wearing one of those medical scrubs.

"Yes?" I quickly answered, standing up.

"Hello, my name is dr. Noah Quinn and I've been assigned to take care of your sister's health," I only nodded, like a child filled with hope staring up at him as he stopped right in front of me.

"It turns out she had suffered a severe head trauma, since she apparently wasn't wearing a helmet at the moment of the impact," He then quickly said, my brows quickly furrowing as that didn't sound like her at all. She never did that before. She is usually so conscious.

Well, apparently not now.

"There was an internal bleeding, which is why we had to perform a surgery on her to stop the bleeding and drain the excessive amount of blood," He then calmly explained, feeling myself getting even more and more nervous with each passing second as I feared he would just hit me with the bad news any moment now.

"Unfortunately, she had fell into a comatose state since her brain is still a little bit swollen,"

And there it is.

I balled my hands into fists, biting my lip as I struggled to refrain myself from crying once again, noticing how his features softened as his brown eyes momentarily roamed over my features, surely noticing my inner torment.

"When will she wake up?" I quickly blurted out, watching how his gaze lowered, his voice coming out maybe a little bit too quiet as he finally said,

"I cannot say for sure."

My mind instantly blanked at the sound of those words, feeling that large lump once again forming in my throat, making it difficult for me to even breathe, a traitorous small tear still slipping down my cheek.

"But I will run some extra tests and put her on oxygen therapy, in order to help her brain recover faster," He explained, seemingly trying to ease my mind a little bit as his warm hand gently touched my shoulder, kindly saying,

"Don't worry. She will wake up."

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My hand squeezed a little tighter around her so fragile one, letting out a small sigh as I was finally able to see her, touch her and sit right next to her...

My little Annie...

I lightly smiled, basking in her so familiar scent and warmth as I rested my forehead against the side of her ribs, feeling a little bit relieved to know that she was at least alive, and with high chances of even getting up someday...

One day...

God I hope soon enough...

I mentally prayed, holding her hand in between mine, cradled against my chest, my eyes once again roaming over her so peaceful expression, looking at the tiny bruises and scratches scattered all over her angelic features, surely paling in comparison to that relatively large gash on her forehead.

That will definitely leave a scar...

"Oh Annie...what were you thinking?" I so quietly whined, still wondering why wasn't she wearing her helmet since she'd never climbed on that wretched thing without it before, a darker side of me somehow blaming Lola for what happened to my Annie.

She surely must've gave her something to-

The sound of a small sob suddenly reaching my ears pulled me out of my not so nice thoughts, my head quickly snapping up, only to hear it once again.

Both curious and compassionate as well by nature, I couldn't just ignore it, so without a second thought I carefully rose up to my feet, walking straight towards the door, momentarily pausing as I waited to hear it once again, focusing on the direction it came from.

And soon enough, it turned out to be coming from right next door as I gradually approached it, like a gracious cat soundlessly tip-toeing as to not bother or scare the culprit.

Finally finding myself standing right at the entrance as the door was widely open, I hesitated for a few moments as I watched the seemingly young woman lightly sob and whimper, her forehead resting against an apparently unconscious young male.

"Hey, hi I was just...I've heard you crying so..." I lightly stuttered as I tried to keep my voice as low and gentle as possible, quickly drawing her attention as she rose her head and turned to face me.

"Yeah, sorry about that, did I wake you up or something?" She quietly said, lightly sniffing, quickly noticing her red nose and eyes.

"No, I was just uh...are you ok?

I mean, god of course you're not okay, I'm so sorry I-I..." I nervously fumbled with my own words in my poor attempt to somehow comfort her, mentally smacking myself for that so stupid question.

"It's okay," She lightly nodded, her thin lips forming a light smile, gently wiping her still wet cheeks.

"I'm sorry if I did bother you...

But this moron here really knows how to make me cry, over and over again..." She then bitter-sweetly added, earning a small chuckle from me.

"Yeah, tell me about it," I lightly snorted as I quickly remembered she wasn't the only one here crying over someone.

"Boyfriend?" I then pointed towards the unconscious young male lying on the bed as I boldly took a few steps closer, only now noticing the black eye and busted lip marring his otherwise seemingly nicely-sculptured features.

"Worse. Baby brother," She almost bitterly answered, giving him a visibly saddened glance.

"Oh..."

"I'm Kate by the way," I then kindly introduced myself with a light smile, noticing how she quickly returned it as she answered,

"Diana."

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