Behind Hazel Eyes

Chapter Seven

Chapter 7

When we finally arrive, which feels like an infinite of time later, I start to get really nervous. What if she isn't going to wake up, ever. If she doesn't I'm afraid of what my life will become. What will happen to Kylie.

I sign into the front desk and then sit in the waiting room. I wait and wait. Kylie and I both sitting in silence. Eventually after much nail bitting and cheek chewing the nurse comes out and calls my name. I just stare for a while after hearing my name. I think of how this one visit can change my life entirely. I will either be an orphan or life will go back to almost normal. I take a deep breath, grab Kylie's hand, and follow the nurse down the long, never ending, white hallway. We stop at room 305. I look down at Kylie, her large watery eyes staring back up at me. The nurse nods her head and opens the door. I walk into the room. Kylie's grip tightens when she sees Mom's limp, pale body laying on a white bed. Tubes in her arm and nose. She looks terrible, awful, like she is already dead. I sit next to the bed and hold her hand in mine. Her hand is cold and hard. My tears drip into her hand. I kiss her hand and her forehead hoping she might wake up, like a fairy tale. But she doesn't. She just lays there, lifeless. Kylie is standing behind me, crying. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her into me. I turn to the nurse and ask the question that has been running through my head ever since the accident.

"When is she going to wake up?" I say through my tears. I bit my lip waiting for an answer.

She hesitates for a moment.

"Kiera, Kylie. Your mother...she isn't going to wake up. We are going to take her off the machines, tomorrow."

The whole world crashes on me. It feels like the weight on one thousand elephants are on my chest. I can't breathe. I won't breathe. I can't. I just can't. My eyes dry up, and so does my mouth. My body shuts down. I just sit there, staring at the wall. Why? Why! God, why?! Please no!!! Please.

Then I feel Kylie grip my hand. I turn to her, her eyes are bright red. A thousand tears are streaming down her face. She is sobbing.

"Why? Can't you wake her up?! You can't let her die!! You are suppose to make her better!" Kylie yells. Her voice choppy, like the white caps in the ocean. Her sweet voice now hoarse with pain.

The nurse just comes over and hugs us both. Kylie continues crying, but I just sit there, blank. Dead. I want to be dead. Then all this pain would be gone. All of it, gone forever.

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