Kyle laid lifelessly on the hospital bed, still in his coma. Patch came to check on him, his vital signs were okay, but seemed to be getting weaker. Letting out a sigh, he sat down on a chair beside the bed, a hand on Kyle's. "You're not getting any better, I hope you know that." Patch said as if Kyle was actually listening. Patch took out a woven bracelet from his pocket and placed it underneath Kyle's hand then walked out and closed the door to his room. Alisha hadn't moved from the chair tucked in the corner of the overly brightly lit hospital room. Her head hadn't lifted, as if the girl herself had stopped functioning with the boy she loved in a coma. Worried that he'd never awake, and so thus, her life would never again start. Patch walked over to Alisha, and pulled up a chair next to her, he put his hand on her shoulder. "Alisha...?" He said.
And she said, "It's not fair...Oh Kyle why did you have to be so careless?" She said to herself, not realizing Patch was there.
"Alisha..." He said once more, and finally got her attention. "Don't worry, he'll be alright. You need to go get some rest, my dear."
"I can't leave him like this." She said, as if she was his mom.
"Alisha..." Patch said. Then she finally agreed to leave. Patch sighed as she watched her leave before returning his attention towards Kyle. Patch sat down beside him once more and watched Kyle. To him it looked like suffering, having to breathe through tubes to take his every breath, a feeding tube, and stitches on the torso. Kyle truly was suffering.
Endless months passed. Alisha would come everyday and bring a rose for him and place it in his hand. Sometimes she would come with books and read to him for hours. One day he wasn't breathing, and his brainwaves were dead. He was sent into the O.R. and Patch had done an operation on him. One of his ribs other were cracked, and over time was poking into his liver and eventually it popped like a balloons, his other organs were covered in blood. They were lucky to have a quick donation of the perfect sized liver. After the operation Patch walked into check on him, Alish too. Patch let out a heavy sigh."Come back to us soon Kyle..." He said softly with a tear streaming down his cheek.
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Teen FictionKyle used to be a sweet, loving kid. He would help the neighbors out, do whatever he could to help someone, but now, now he's quiet. Kyle doesn't go out as much as he used to. He hasn't spoke more than a sentence after the car accident. Three dead...