Timothy's P.O.V.
I knew there was something wrong with Samantha.
It was written all over her face as she drove me home. Her eyes were teary as I fought the urge to ask her what was wrong.
I knew Jessica had hurt her feelings but I felt like there was something else, she was upset about as well.
As I watched her smile sadly as I stepped out the truck. I fought a sudden urge to comfort her. I didn't usually care when girls cried. But as I looked at Samantha I felt a really strong to hold her and hug the pain away.
"Bye.", she whispered as she turned the key, driving off. I felt like I'd definatley regret not stopping her. But I just shook it off, like an idiot.
God I do regret it... I got a call this morning that last night Samantha had an extreme case of alcohol poisoning. I can't even express in words the unbearable quilt that I feel. I mean I felt that she needed help and I knew she had a problem with alcohol yet I let her walk away.
I've been sitting here in the waiting room for seven hours already and no one will tell me anything. I ran my hands through my hair trailing them over my tired worried face as I waited. I just threw on clothes this morning not thinking to grab my glasses, I was so worried.
"God Please if anything ever happened to her. I'd never forgive myself.", I prayed silenty as nurse stepped infront of me.
"Are you Ms. Bolton's friend?", she asked holding a clipboard close to her busom. "Yes", I answered as I stood up over her. She looked up at me pushing up her glasses.
"It seems that since the family hasn't told you I shouldn't tell you.", she said bitchily. My heart sunk. Until she smiled, "But you've been sitting there in that spot looking miserable for seven hours and I think you should know she's alive."
I sighed Thank Heavens!
"But it seems she's slipped into a coma.", she added with a pat to my shoulder. WHAT!!!???
Shaking my head in disbelief I ran my hand over my face. I don't know why but my heart felt as if it fell to the floor in a million pieces. Sam!... It's my fault. I should have been there for her I should have made her stop!
"Are you okay?", asked the small woman looking into my eyes. I snapped out of my trance to nod and turn back to the waiting room. My ears were a buzz and my mouth was clenched in a strong hold, keeping the emotions trapped in my throat.
I shook my head as I sat down. Laying my head into my hands I fought the hurt inside me. I can't cry here. It's a public place.
I looked up for a moment into nothingness. That's when Jessica and David rushed in, both sitting beside me. David carefully rested his hand on my shoulder and I broke.
I hugged my friend and he hugged me. This is the first time I've ever showed deep emotions to either of them. Jessica hugged my back saying over and over. "I'm sorry!"
David said, "It will be okay. She'll be okay." That's when I realized I made a scene. I straightened up and smiled at my friends wiping the few tears, I did cry. I don't know why I'm crying? I didn't even shed a tear when my aunt died and I loved her dearly.
I guess it was the guilt?
"Dude I'm sure she'll make it out of this. She's in great shape. I mean think of how fast the girl can run?", he said with a sad grin. I turned to Jessica and I realized she was crying.
"I'm so... sorry, Timothy!", she said huddled up and trying to hide it like a turtle. "It's okay.", I said not sure if I meant it. She added the worry to poor Sam's mind.
Have you ever felt like you never knew how much you cared for someone until something happened?
Here I am crying my eyes out for a girl that I once never even thought twice about...
The thoughts of her just rushed through my head and I leaned back. If she dies... I'll never forgive myself.
A slight thought about her makes me sad and weirdly want to cry all the time. My friends stayed with me.
The nurse walked over to me again and smiled bittersweet, "You may visit her if you want.", she said leading me to her room.
My breath was catching with every step I took toward her room. Can I do this? Of course I can do this!
Once I saw her laying there fragile and pale, my knees locked. She looked so peaceful and delicate except the needles and wires attached to her were ugly. But I secretley thanked them for keeping her alive. Her face was straight and dare I say beautiful. There was something bitter about her expression.
I walked over and grabbed her still hand. My friends both behind me at the door. "Can ya'll leave us for a minute?", I asked holding her hand tighter.
"Sure bud anything you want.", said David walking Jessica away as she cried.
I looked down at Samantha and all of a sudden I got mad.
"Why did you do it?", I asked angrily. "Why did you drink yourself away?", I growled grabbing the bedsheet so hard my knuckles turned white.
"I could have stopped you and I should have but... How could you forget about everyone else?", I whisper shouted letting go off her hand. "About me? I'm your friend!", I said the anger simmering into a sadness.
"I love you Sam. You've become important to me! Can't you see I'm trying to be a good friend-" I stopped as my voice croaked.
I was once told that people in comas could hear you and sense you. I sure hope Samantha senses me or hears me. Because if she ever wakes up I just don't want to tell her to her face how selfish she was.
I sat next to her and crossed my arms. I felt a my eyes wettin and I wiped it away.
I don't know what's wrong with me but I just want to cry. Once again I just want you to know I never cry.
I took her hand as I sat in the chair next to her. "I forgive you...", I said placing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess I will always forgive you?", I stated. With desperation I continued to ask one more thing, "Open your eyes now.", I sighed stroking her hand with a deep look into her face. "Please?"
Sorry this is short but I didn't have much time and I hadn't posted in a while. Thank you so very much for reading!!! I truly appreciate that you took the time to read my work.
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