Catch Me

Chapter 9

Walking in, I realize that somebody had brought two other chairs to the bed. Mom still sits on the one, I left her at but wrapped in a blanket, her head lays on the bed and her hand is holding Isabellas now. She still looks pale and vurnable and like a few hours ago. Dad is on the chair next to her and quietly tells me, that Mom is asleep. I nod and give him the bag with his and Moms things in it. He tries to smile and takes the sandwitches out.
"There are some fresh clothes and a toothbrush inside for you. Maybe you can use one of the restrooms to change", I whisper while sitting down on the other side of Isabella. Dad nods and takes the bag to go outside. On half of the way, he stops and comes back to kiss me on the head. "Thank you, Liv"

With Dad being outside and Mom sleeping, it's the first time I'm alone with my sister after they took her away from me.
"Hey Bella", I whisper.
"How are you? I mean,you obvious aren't good but are you better than last night? I'm so sorry that this happend to you. I shouldn't have left you alone. It is all my fault and I would do anything to change that you are so sick now. Please Bella, wake up. Don't leave me, I need you. And Mom and Dad need you too. They haven't left your side since they arrived here. We all love you so much. So please, please come back to us. I will do anything" I grab her hand, which is tightly bandaged so the tube coming out of her vaine is protected.
"Bell, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand, okay?" I wait. But nothing happens.
"It's alright. You don't have to be able to do that by now. The doctor says you need to rest, so your body is able to recover."

"The police was here. I told them what I knew but that wasn't much. Only that he was a friend of Adam. And they promised they wouldn't tell him, what this bastard did to you, so you don't have to worry about anything. I'm taking care of everything. You don't have to do anything except recovering, okay?" I talk to her like that until Dad comes in. He looks a little better now and comes to stand behind me.
"Thank you for the clothes and the toothbrush, I really needed that", he laughs a little and strokes my hair.
"Could I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to make a few calls so your Mom and I can stay off of work tomorrow but my phone died." "Sure." I unlock it and give it to him.
"When you give me yours, I can charge it if you want. I brought a charger." Dad smiles at me and this time it looks honest.
"You really thought about everything don't you?", he asks me. I try a grin and nod.

After he left, Mom begins to wake up. I get up and get the charger to plug it in right next to the small table that is standing on the left side of the bed. Than I walk around the bed to give Mom one of the coffees. She takes it and takes a sip before she says anything.
"Are you okay, Olivia? You weren't gone long, were you?"
"No Mom, only a few hours."
"Than you haven't slept?", she asks worried. That is the last thing I want her to feel about me now so I quickly tell her that I slept in the cab and took a power nap at home.
"I brought you a few things, so you can change and brush your teeth. And a bag for Isabella. Clothes for when she wants to change out of this nightgown when she wakes up along with a few other things", I add. She looks even more serious now.
"Liv... You understand that there is a chance she might not wake up again, right?"
"Yes, I know that Mom. But Isabella is a fighter, so she is going to wake up, okay? She is going to recover and she is going to wake up. I can feel that she is going to come back to us. And I am her twin, so I have to know", I try to calm her and myself too. I can't imagine a life without my sister and I refuse to belive that she could die. And at least for Mom, my words seem to work. She seems to relax a little and looks around the room.
"Where is Dad?"
"Making a few phone calls so you can stay with Isabella tomorrow." She nods.
"When he is done maybe you two can go to the caffeteria and buy something to eat? I haven't eaten anything for like eternaty", she tries a little laugh. I grin and grab the box with sandwiches to give them to her. She grins weakly too and takes one out of the box.

The next hours we spend next to Isabella's bed, eating the sandwiches and first drinking coffee and than drinking the water, I brought with me. We don't talk much and when I get back to the single chair on the left side of the bed, I put in my headphones to listen to some music. Of course my thoughts wander to the girl from last night and I am to tired to fight these thoughts. My thoughts are getting so wild and occupied by her that I was almost able to see her, when I went outside of the room on the corridor, looking for the restroom. I could swear I saw some black and blue hair disappearing around the corner and it was then when I realized how tired I was. Not long after that, one very resistant nurse told us that we had to go now because the visiting time was over and Isabella was stabile right now and needed some rest. We said goodbye to her and left the hospital. I felt like I could fall asleep while walking, even when it was only about nine in the evening and when Dad saw it, he refused to let me drive home alone. So while Mom took their car and drove home alone, Dad sat me on the passenger side and drove us home with my car. We couldn't take one car because I needed my car to get to school tomorrow. Dad had asked me, if I wanted to skip tomorrow, but I never was one to skip school and I had an important test tomorrow. So I decided to go and maybe leave right after the test in third period to go back to Isabella. That were my last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep. I didn't wake up, when we arrived home and Dad parked the car on its usual spot in the garage or when Dad carried me inside, up the stairs and into my room. He must have layed me into bed, pulled the covers over me and even thought about putting my phone on my nightstand.

At night I would wake up at least once an hour because something I couldn't really make out, felt off. Everytime I would soon drift off to an uneasy and unsetteled dreamless sleep.