Her Story #2

22|She Felt Satisfied [12D]

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She sat on one of the hospital chairs, biting her nails, waiting anxiously for the doctor to come with the news.

It turns out Deborah had attempted suicide by cutting herself and drowning.

She narrowly survived.

Deborah's parents sat on other seats, her mother sniffing her tears away silently.

Dustin was also here, so was Lisa and a few friends from school.

All of them here to support Deborah.

She felt Clayton hold her hand, linking their fingers together and letting his lips brush her knuckles.

"It'll be okay, relax," he whispered softly into her ear. This action instantly relaxed her.

Clayton decided to stay with Amy as long as he could, noticing she needed company and a shoulder to cry on at the moment.

"I'm so scared for her," Amy said, swallowing.

"The doctors are doing all they can," Clayton started, "have faith, she'll be alright. Everyone's praying for her recovery."

"I can't believe it got so bad she'd want to kill herself," Amy whispered to no one at all. A sigh escaped her lips. Clayton didn't speak.

She still hasn't told him yet and it's killing her.

Just the thought of how selfish she's being towards him and everyone else she hadn't told created a sharp pain in her chest.

She wished she could just tell them, just open her mouth to speak.

But she just couldn't.

A man in a white lab coat and glasses came into the room, causing almost everyone to rush to him.

"How is she sir?" Deborah's mother asked.

"She almost didn't make it ma'am, but we were able to save her. The surgery was a success," the man said.

"But?" Rico; one of Deborah's friends from school asked, knowing there was going to be more.

"But, her body was too weak. She's currently in a coma. We tried all we can, and now it's up to her to wake up. All we can do is pray and hope she gets better soon."

The doctor then left us to talk privately with Deborah's parents.

A long needed relieved sigh escaped Amy's lips and she rested her head on Clayton's hard chest.

"She's going to be okay," Amy said, her voice holding great relief and satisfaction.

"I told you so," Clayton said, a small smile gracing his lips as he stared at the red headed Angel.

At that moment Amy wondered where this boy had been all her life.

She felt satisfied.