She was still in the coma weeks after weeks her body was slowly recovering and healing, yet that was just the beginning. Yes physically she's fine and above the water but mentally it's a scary, dark place no one likes to spiral down into, the intense thoughts and self destructive was harmful. They wanted to keep her in the coma so she'll get away from reality yet she was stuck in the bubble.
Freida quickly read over her latest results her heart was back to normal her scar was scarring over, the cracks.
He sat with her everyday, after all she was his patient and he cared so deeply yet she didn't see that, he couldn't understand. How could she last that long? She acted like everything was perfect, yet it was the opposite. Her walls were so high, she built them for the youngest age and it effected everything and sometimes he wished she'd let them down but that's unmarked territory and vulnerability. He wasn't leaving her, she needed to see the world without being scared that he's going to leave her and go on to something else like an project.
Freida walked in, "We can take her out the coma, warning I've fix her but mentally she's broken to the core. So I guess I'll help, I mean it's not like I'm great at it but I'm here to help and I can't stand her being so down and not hearing her sarcasm. So whenever you need to go home or take your mind off this, call me text me anything."
"Thank you but she was bad last time and I think it's going to be worst just be the amount of thrashing around and R.E.M it looks dangerous."
She simply nodded, she knew. She took the drug which would wake her up and introduced it into her bloodstream, then they just waited.
He was stroking her hand, knowing that when she wakes up she going to be scared and not knowing the difference between safe and unsafe.
She woke quickly, her eyes were full of tears. Either a bad nightmare or something else, they'll work on that.
"Hey, calm down Freida is going to take the tube out and then you can have a drink of water as your throat going to be sore as hell."
She looked into his eyes, he could see the fear and he didn't like it.
"Jac stop panicking it's making it worst just calm your safe, I promise"
That word 'promise' was like a web of lies. Someone said that it was always untrue and unlikely. She just panicked even more, which ended up being an huge anxiety attack. Freida quickly left for a case leaving him with her.
He quickly sat next to her holding her hands making her copy the rhythm of breathing. Calming and soothing she quickly went quiet and he didn't like it.
"Jac why are you so upset?"
"I can't deal with this."
"What?"
"The voices, faces their daunting me, the memories are crushing me in. I'm stuck in this bubble. It WONT LET ME OUT."
He now understood, in that coma healed her physically but now she had time to go over and over the painful memories which were once buried so deep.
"I know you're going to hate me for asking but I want to help, what's the memories about and we'll work for there."
"How many people have destroyed me."
"You can't just say that and stop. Carry on I'm here."
"While in the coma I just was overthinking of how bad of a person I'm. Like even my family hated me. Everyone hated me. And one spark of light it's destroyed by tragedy. So I'm prepared to trust no one again. That's the only way you'll never get hurt. By hurting others, I got taught that by my ex after abusing me, he used to say hurting me was not hurting him."
And something nobody even knew, she'd ex made her life hell, resulting in more than once suicide attempts.
