Hazel’s POV
“How many fingers am I holding up?” the abnormally short nurse asked as she pointed four of her chubby fingers at the roof. I didn’t feel like talking so I let the silence live a little longer. The nurse stared at me, expectance in her eyes. I stared back at her, but the large mole on the side of her face had my attention, not her eyes. She looked away in disappointment, before leaving the room for a brief period of time to discuss with the other ambulance crew what to do with me in my “current state”. I couldn’t think straight, so many thoughts flooded my mind. One minute I was having a conversation with him, wondering if I was having feelings for him, next minute he’s on the floor, I’m on top of him and there’s blood everywhere. Where was he? What was going to happen to him? I wanted to know these things so badly, but I knew I had to talk, which was very difficult, given what I’d just been through. But, if I was going to find out, I was going to have to ask.
I got up out of my chair very slowly, looking down at my bloodstained shorts, and stretched. I yawned, and this attracted the attention I was after. The nurse walked back in, and looked at me.
“Hazel?” she said, hoping I’d respond this time. I looked back at her, and prepared myself. I opened my mouth, moved my lips…but nothing came out. I tried again; still nothing. Tears began to fall down my cheeks as yet another attempt fell short. I slumped back into my chair and cried. I cried for what seemed like forever before I fell asleep. When I woke up, I wasn’t at school, I was looking at the ceiling of a cold, white room. I was in a bed, too, and machines were beeping all around. I felt dizzy, and drowsy, and I couldn’t stay awake for very long before sleep took me again.
Eric’s POV
I walked back into Luis’ room with a heavy heart following a discussion with the doctors about his state. Jeremy stood up and looked me up and down before sitting back down and putting his head in his hands. My expression said it all. I walked over and sat in the chair next to him, preparing to give him the rundown.
“They say the damage to his brain was minimal,” I choked, “but uh, they fear he mightn’t be able to…talk properly when he wakes, or if he wakes. They don’t know if he’ll wake up at this stage”
“Shiiiiiiit” was all he managed to construct, as we both sat there staring at the once lively figure now lying hopelessly in the bed of a hospital. It was quiet, very quiet in fact, and virtually pitch black apart from the light radiating from some of the buttons on machines and Jeremy’s phone, which he’d just turned on. I looked over to see a message from Jenna, another one of our friends who wasn’t at school when this all happened. It read;
Heard about Luis, what the hell happened? I’ll come visit tomorrow,
xxx
Jenna
Jeremy began typing on the screen and I looked back to Luis. My best friend was in coma. I never thought that this would happen to any of us, but it had. I began thinking, and then turned back to Jeremy.
“Would have had to hit his head pretty hard for it to have split open like it did” I murmured, a little confused. Jeremy nodded in agreement, still typing away as I continued. “I mean, for him to even hit his head on the ground, the fall would have been pretty fast. Surely he couldn’t have slipped?”
“The only explanation is someone pushed him over pretty hard” Jeremy replied, now curious as I was.
“But Dan said that Hazel just sorta fell onto him and he fell backwards” I countered, now even more confused.
“Couldn’t have” said Jeremy. We looked at each other, like it was some murder mystery from CSI.
“Maybe in the morning we can ask May. She was there, right?”
