Sweetest Whatever

Chapter 35: Band Aid

Chapter 35: Band Aid

Megan Dalton

Each second feels like a minute. Each minute feels like an hour. Each hour feels like a day. Each day feels like forever. It's been two days and Matthew Hendricks has been unconscious ever since.

Cancer...

I wish I never left him. Now I'm eating my words all over again, trying to sugarcoat everything I said before. It's all coming back to me now.

I've been holding his hand for the past few hours. I haven't even changed. My shopping bags are just lying in this place. He's breathing yet asleep. He will wake up sooner or later. I know it.

"Megan? You're still here," Matt's sister, Pristine appeared by the door. She just took a shower and was sporting a pair of sweatpants and an Aeropostale top.

"I wanna be here when he wakes up," I stated, looking at my Matt. He looks so peaceful in his slumber.

"At least change clothes. I brought some clothes that can fit you. I hope you take a shower already," I think I smell. Maybe she's right. I look horrible.

"Okay," was all I said and then snatched the clothes from her and bathed myself in the bathroom. Once I was done, I changed to the clothes Pristine gave me. It was a racerback tee, a pullover and some leggings. I mentally noted that I shall thank Matt's sister for bringing comfortable clothes.

When I went out, he was still the same--unconscious. Sigh.

Please wake up, love. I know you will wake up. Please don't leave. You promised me eternity.

Not later than a minute, the door opened and Phoebe Mattia, one of Matt's other siblings, appeared with a Starbucks bag.

"I bought coffee for us!" She cheered. I smiled at her and she placed the bags on the desk and distributed the doughnuts and drinks.

"Thank you for the Caramel Macchiato," I thanked her, sipping from my favorite drink of all time. Matt also likes this drink aside from our usual frappes.

The more I think of him, the more I want him to wake up sooner. Mrs. Hendricks had been grieving since the day he was admitted. I too was grieving. Our friends visit from time to time but I stayed.

I will never leave him. Ever.

As I was drinking my coffee unenthusiastically beside him, I began to ponder: What if I never left? Would life be easier? What if the cancer never came? What if I was here? Would everything be still as normal as before?

That is the biggest question mark in my life nowadays. But that event happened so... This is the present. Just reminisce the past and await the future and you'll be okay.

My tears were now silently falling from my eyes as I recall the moment where we both slow danced to a song.

But I'll still love you. You don't really stop loving a person. Love doesn't just fade away. Yeah, time heals but the love will always come back, was my exact words.

"Stop crying," A faint voice muttered and a hand brushed my tears. What the hell? I was startled and I stumbled on my seat automatically.

"Holy friggin' shit!" I cursed, clutching my heart. There lies Matt sporting out his mischievous grin.

"Hey, love," he greeted me again as I sat down the chair. "Don't do that again, please," I begged him. "You scared the shit out of me."

He laughed lightly, "I am not happy to see the love of my life crying the second I wake up," he said. "You looked hideous, by the way."