Breakin Me Lovin Me

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I woke up around 5 o'clock in the morning thinking everything in my life is back to normal.

Almost.

I've been through a lot and I need to make sure everything is okay before my baby comes. I wonder how Marcel is doing. I hope he's okay even though he's in a coma.

I start to doze off again.

I wake up around 8 o'clock and smell food.

I get up and do my routine then I pick out my clothes. I chose a sundress with sandals and a half jacket I still have scars but I'm not insecure about it anymore.

I head downstairs and hear somebody singing.

"You got a good ass voice." I compliment Don.

"Thanks."

"So what's this?" I ask.

"Nothing much, just something quick to eat before we head over to the hospital."

"Okay. I was thinking about taking Aiden somewhere today, just me and him."

"You sure you're ready for that?"

"Yes, I'm good. I think it'll be fun to relax and talk if he wants to."

"Yeah, that kid needs some relaxation. Where are you taking him?"

"Ummm, I don't know probably the zoo or the water park."

"Water park." He answers.

"Found my answer then. I'm most likely going to just sit and then I can take him out for ice cream."

"Yeah, that's sounds good."

"He sleep?"

"Yeah. We should let him sleep in and once we get back, he can get ready."

I nod my head and eat my food once he hands me my plate. We eat in silence for about a good 15 minutes before we get up and head to the hospital.

"I'm hella nervous." I say rubbing my hands together.

"It's nothing to be afraid of."

"Yeah, I know but still." He understands and nods his head.

We walk into the hospital and head for his room that's on the second floor.

"Ya ready?" He asked me.

"Hell naw." I chuckle.

We walk in slowly and I see him connected to tubes that are all around his body.

"Oh my god." I whisper.

I was expecting to see him like this, yeah, I wasn't oblivious but this? Count me out.

He was pale, his lips weren't full and pink like usual, he was skinny and you can see some of his bones. He looked like he was lying on his death bed.

"Is he okay?" I ask.

"I think so he's in a coma. So I wouldn't know."

This can't be happening like the love of my life is sitting here dying and we have the authority to pull the plug whenever we want. We have a decision to make if he doesn't wake up soon.

"So he's been in a coma for about 2 weeks?" I once again ask.

I can't believe I've been out that long. It seemed like I was gone for about 5 days, but I was passed out most of the time.

"Unfortunately."

I grab a chair and sit by his bedside, gripping his hand.

"They don't know what to do anymore. He hasn't had any response to anything, nothing changes about his condition which is good but it also isn't."