Broken

Chapter 9

"SIERRA WAKE UP NOW!" I wake up to Travis shaking me. I look up at him and there's fear in his eyes.

"What's going on?"

"There's an intruder in our house. He's armed. We need to get out of here!"

I get up and throw on shorts and a jacket. We run out of the room and as we are running down the stairs I see someone come from under the stairs and shoot. He shoots Travis twice. Once near his heart and another time in his stomach.

"TRAVIS!" I run to him crying. I drop to my knees holding him close as he bleeds on me. I call the police and the ambulance are here in minutes. I ride with them balling my eyes out. Travis is unconscious and barely breathing. The bullet is too close to his heart. I run with the doctors to the surgery room. I'm praying he makes it. They shut the door in my face telling me I can't come in. I drop to the floor crying. Why is this all happening. Travis is all I have. Why does god want this for me. Travis' mom tries to pick me up and take me away from the surgery room but I won't budge.

"No! Travis! I can't leave him! Please! Don't make me leave him!"

She pulls me to the waiting room and holds me close then starts to cry with me. By the time I'm done crying my nose is stuffed like crazy and my eyes are really puffy.

4 hours later...

"Ms.Mason?"

"yes sir? that's me."

"hi I'm Dr.Larkin. I did surgery on travis. now before I say anything, yes he's fine. but he's in a coma right now. we don't know when he'll come out. it could take days, months, or even years."

My eyes start to water up to the thought of never hearing from Travis for even years.. I break down crying. Happy he's alive. But sad that he's not awake. No matter what, I'm going to stick by his side.

"May I see him?"

"Of course. He's in room 208."

I run to his room trying hard not to cry. Nobody understands how much I love this boy. When I got to the room, I walked in slowly. I noticed him hooked up to a bunch of cords going to his heart. He's lying perfectly still. Breathing is shallow. His perfect Carmel skin is pale. I sit down next to his bed and hold his hand. I already feel close to him again. Just not close enough. I look at him for a few minutes. He has stitches where they had to cut him open. That's gonna leave a nasty scar.

"Travis, I don't know if you can here me but just know that I'll never leave this bed side. I'll always be here holding your hand and helping guide you through this. You're okay baby. I promise. You just need to wake up. Try for me. Try everyday. It's hard I know, but we will get through this together."

A small tear falls from my eye onto his hand. I squeeze it tightly not letting go. I get up after a few minutes and lay on the bed in the room. I'm curled up in black tights, wearing his hoodie. It smells just like him. It brings me close to him even though it feels like he's so far away. I can do this. I can make it through. For Travis. And for me. Even if it takes every last bit of heart I have, I will help push him to awakening.