the guy at the party

21.- feeling empty.

   The next few days were on a loop, Chloe was still immobile and my heart was still torn to shreds. My mind still told me it’s all my fault, and my body refused to believe any of this was actually happening.
  What makes me more sad is the fact that Chloe really didn’t have any visitors, which made me realize I don’t really know her like I thought. She’d never mentioned anything of her mom, or her dad, or her siblings, or really any family members.
  The only person who visited on a daily basis was my mom. Nick came up today though, and you could tell by the way his voice was so shaken that he wasn’t doing okay at all.
  The whole time, he stood by Chloe’s bedside and barley said a word.
  He scammed her face, up and down, taking in every bruise and cut.
  My life had been flipped upside down in less than 24 hours, and the worst part is that it’s all my fault.
  A nurse entered the room and noticed how out of it I was.
  She did the normal check ups on Chloe, and every few seconds I’d catch her glancing at me.
  “So is this your sister?” The nurse asked.
I could feel my face fall.
“No, she’s the love of my life.” I replied.
The nurse smiled as she injected some type of medicine into Chloe’s arm.
A few moments later, the nurse spoke again.
  “She’s going to be okay. I know they said it was undetermined, but as of right now, weither she lives or not is up to her. Judging by the way you look at her, you guys have enough to fight for and there is no doubt in my mind that’s she’s going to fight until she physically can’t. She’s going to be okay.”
  And I hope that that was true with every ounce of my heart because I need her more than anything.
  I haven’t had a real meal or slept in days, I’ve eaten hospital food and there was no way in hell I was going to be able to sleep so I didn’t even try.
  My world was so empty without Chloe. I missed her voice more and more by the second.
I missed her random weird statements, or her kisses just because, or her cuddles because she just wanted to.
  You know that saying “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone”? Well, I back that up 100%.
  The night grew colder and colder, and I only ever lost myself more and more.
  Tonight was a cold one, and the linoleum didn’t help that.