How to Save a Life | Joshifer

Chapter 3: Those Eyes

I lie in bed eyes wide open. We got home around midnight. Woody didn't talk to me on the way home from the hospital. He told me to go to my room and relax. Personally, I wouldn't want to leave the hospital till I heard this person, Josh was okay.

It's about 5 am. I can't find my way to sleep. When I close my eyes I see his face. The rain and blood smeared. I have resulted to staying awake till morning. Till me and Woody leave to the hospital. Maybe once I know he is okay, I can finally get some rest. Hopefully.

I get up around 6 am and take a long hot bath. I sink my worries in the tub and lie there. I wash away the dried tears. It doesn't make me feel any better. I get out and get dressed.

I wait in my room for Woody to wake up so we could go. Around 7 am, I hear a faint knock on the door.

"Hey, Jen? Get up we're going to be leaving soon." Woody says.

I jump up from the bed and open the door. "Let's leave right now!" I say. Woody is in his pajamas and robe. "Get dressed! Come on!" I push Woody down stairs to his room.

Ten minutes later he comes out fully dressed. "Ready?" He asks me.

We leave the house and get in the car. "Why were you up so early?" Woody asks me.

"I couldn't go to sleep...." I reply, looking out the window. We arrive at the hospital and go inside. We see Josh's parents, tired and completely drained. 

"Michelle, Chris." Woody says. 

"Would you do us a favor Woody?" Chris asks Woody. 

"Anything." Woody replies. I stand behind him trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

"Josh is in the recovery. Would you go in the room with him till we come back. We haven't slept since yesterday." Chris answers. Woody nods his head and the family leaves. They weren't the only ones who hadn't slept at all. We get visitors passes and find room 18B. Woody is about to open the door and I stand frozen. 

"You okay?" He asks me letting go of the handle.

"No..." I feel a lump on my throat and I swallow hard. Woody opens the door and I follow him in. The lights are dim. It's quiet.

Woody turns to me, "I'll be back. Stay here." 

"What? Wait! Where are you going?" I ask him. I don't want to be left alone. 

"I'll be back." He leaves the room. The only noise I hear is the faint whisper of the air conditioner and the beeping of the computers, signaling his heart beat is still there. 

I walk around the bed in the room and sit on the uncomfortable chair. I look at him. Josh, is his name. He doesn't look any older than me. He lays, asleep. 

I rest my face on my hands. "I know you won't remember this or hear this, but I just want to say-" I choke. It's like the day of the funeral. I have no words to say. But I do. "I just want to say I'm so sorry. I should have doubled check what the "flash" was. But I was so stubborn and stupid. I wish I was the one who got hurt......" I stand up and circle around the bed. "If it makes it any better, I haven't been able to sleep. Guilt has taken over me...pathetic right?" I stop and hover over Josh. 

He has chocolate brown hair and light, fare skin. "I just don't want your family to hate me..." My eyes begin to water and one single tears drips of my face. 'I'm broken' I think to myself.

"I don't hate you..." Josh's eyes open. I was memorized by his hazel eyes. Those eyes.

"Oh, you heard all of that?" I say, now embarrassed.