recovery

T h r e e

My Gran and brother leave with the doctor shortly after, leaving just me and my mother in the room together.

"Have I said how sorry I am?" My mum asked

"There's nothing you could've done Ma." I try to reach for her hand, but again, nothing happens. This is gonna take some getting used to.

"Did... is this where... did dad...stay here?" I ask tentatively. I remember visiting my dad in the Juneville hospital, but I'm not sure if that's the one I'm in now. My mum physically jolts.

"Yes, yeah he did" Mum stares at the sheets for a second before grabbing some of the cards from the shelf. "Would you like me to read these to you? Or shall I prop them open in front of you so you can read them for yourself?" She asks.

"Can you prop them up for me?"

God, I'm so helpless.

She quickly puts a little table over my lap and places the cards open so I can read them, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the room.

I turn to the first card.

Dear Ellie

I really can't believe you got hit by a car, and the dude just ran off. The amount of times we joked about that in class, like, "okay well I'm gonna go get hit by a bus rather than do this trigonometry work"
It seems a lot less funny now that it's actually happened.
I miss you. Please wake up.

Love you always,
Nic.

Aw. Nic. I love her so much. She is such a good best friend to me. She must have been so worried, I gotta remember to call her.

I start to read the next one

Ellie,

I am so sorry to hear about your accident. You were very unlucky to be in such a situation and I feel for you when I think about when you can come back to class. All the Jazz girls send their love, and Hip-Hop isn't the same without you goofing around half the time.

Get well soon,
Ms Miller

My gorgeous dance teacher. Ms Miller is literally like a second mother she's so great, but then she's also like a big sister. I dunno she's just the best. The best dance teacher anywhere.
Oh shit. I won't be able to dance.

I turn to the last card.

Hey Ellie
I can't believe this happened to you. I wish it was me. It's like my little dove has a broken wing. But you'll fix it. You're strong enough to walk again. To run again. To dance again. And when you do dance again (because you will be able to) it will be even more beautiful knowing how hard you worked to be on that stage.
I miss you. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss being able to call you at whatever time I want and for you to be there, however groggy and tired and annoyed you are. I miss you in class, at home, everywhere.

Please wake up baby.
Ronan xx

Ps. I'm gonna find that jackass and bash him up for you babe <3

"Idiot" I whisper, a tear sliding down my cheek.

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Ew that's such a cringe line but whatever.
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