Devotion [h.s]

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Harry Styles

And just like that, time stood still.

The room I was in felt like a twisted simulation because none of this seemed real to me. Since the moment I was ripped out of bed today by my ankles and swung at with a bat, all I hoped was that Amelia and Briar would come out alive. And then the moment I pulled Amelia's unconscious body out of the crumbling house, all I hoped was that she'd be alive. Then I sat in this hospital and continually prayed that the doctors would come tell me she was alive.

Then they did, she is alive.

But she isn't awake.

It's like all my hopeful energy I had was wished on her being alive, but not being alive and well. It's like the universe answered my prayers but so specifically. I wanted her to be alive and awake.

But anything was better the death, I was lucky she was breathing.

"W-what?" I stammered to the doctor.

"You may want to sit down Mr. Styles, this is a lot to take in." He insisted but I couldn't process anything. I didn't need to sit, I needed answers.

"No I'm fine here. What do you mean she's in a coma? What made her fall into it?" I asked in urgency, my heart racing so hard that I could hear it in my eardrums. I had so much knowledge on so many things that were in a textbook, but I stupidly didn't know what made people fall into comas.

"A person can fall into a coma when experienced severe injury to the brain. There is no avoiding it during a procedure, we had to fix her brain in order for her to survive but the collateral damage was this." He explains with a saddened look on his face.

"Well what does this mean? How long will she be out for?" I asked like he had all the answers.

"There is no telling with comas Mr. Styles. People can wake up tomorrow, or two weeks, or eight months, or sometimes years. It depends on how severe the injury is." He spoke with a sliver of hope in the beginning. Maybe she'll be the lucky ones that wake up in a week or even tomorrow. If I knew Amelia I knew she was a fighter and nothing was going to keep her asleep for months or years.

"Have you had patients in the past with the same injuries as her and fallen into comas?"  I asked with my unstable voice.

"Well.. yes but-"

"-How long were they asleep for?" I cut to the chase, hoping to hear some positivity.

He blinked and exhaled in grief, taking a second before answering. Every seconds felt like a five minutes.

"I had few patients like Amelia; a slim few woke up after a month, some that woke up in two years, and others that never woke up before the family decided to pull the plug." The doctor didn't give me any hope in his words, acting like Amelia was going to be one of the ones that won't wake up.