It had been two hours.
Two hours since Ashton read his letter.
Two hours since Michael read his letter.
Two hours since Michael had a breakdown.
Two hours since Ashton punched a wall.
Two hours after finding out that Izzy may not make it through the night.
Little did they know, Izzy was able to hear every word being spoken throughout the room. It was torture for her.
She wasn't sure who was talking. But the voices sounded so close...yet so far away.
The back of her mind was able to remind her that this was normal...for someone in a coma. She had read multiple stories and movies about a girl going into a coma.
Fucking typical.
Now she was one of those girls. She always thought of those movies as stupid and unbelievable and impossible.
Maybe they aren't. Maybe she's dreaming.
But the voices sound so real.
And the touch seems so real.
She felt someone gripping onto her hand. She wanted so badly to be able to hold their hand as well. But no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't happen.
She tried to keep herself calm. She remembered the doctor telling her to stay calm whenever she felt like freaking out. She knew what would happen if she freaked out.
It wouldn't end well.
GUYS IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN LIKE THREE DAYS. I feel like this isn't normal that I feel bad for not updating after 3 days. OH WELL.
I think this was a pretty long chapter...
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"I know you can't hear me, baby. But I love you so much. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I'm such an asshole." He had his head laying flat against the soft blankets of Izzy's white hospital bed. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you..." He stopped talking. He couldn't do it. He felt a great amount of self-hatred towards himself. He looked up at the ceiling (which he could barely make out through his tears) attempting to stop the flow of salty water gliding down his cheeks. "I'm so fucking sorry, Izzy. I don't know why I said so many ridiculous things to you. I fucking love you, okay? Can you just...Can you just wake up?" He ran his hand through his quiffed blonde hair, not giving a fuck that he had messed it up. "I don't know what I'll do if you don't make it." He broke down into sobs. He held onto her hand hoping that by some miracle, she would squeeze his hand. There wasn't a miracle in sight.
"We're performing tonight. We're leaving you for a couple of hours to do our set. But I swear, as soon as it's over, we're coming right back here. We decided to dedicate a song to you. It's one of your favourites. Stay by Mayday Parade. Remember when we would share my headphones and listen to them before we went to sleep." It killed him that he wasn't receiving a reaction from her. He regretted everything now.
"Remember that time when I said those terrible things to you and...and you left." Another rip of sobs came through. "I should never have done that. Fuck, Izzy. I know I said I didn't want anything serious... But I take it back. I was afraid of commitment. I was afraid that something would go wrong. But I don't care. We can work through this, okay? When you wake up, we'll figure this out."
"Luke, it's time to go." Calum interrupted, speaking softly as he opened the door. Luke nodded and hesitantly stood up from the uncomfortable chair. Calum helped Luke grab his crutches and they walked out of the room.
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