Catch Me

Ch. 3

Demi's pov

After 5 weeks in a coma at a hospital in Miami, doctors have made the decision to life flight Coraly back to Los Angeles for better care. She hasn't improved in 5 weeks, but she hasn't gotten worse. She's stable is all we've heard besides "We don't know when she'll wake up" and it's been absolutely awful for all of us.

My parents ended up having to go home last week due to a funeral they had to attend for a family friend. Madison needed to get back to school so Dallas has been with her for 5 weeks. I, for once, have not left Coraly's side. It feels so weird to say.

I've never made much of an effort to get to know her. Never made much of an effort to be there for her. Never made much of an effort to be a part of her life. Never made much effort in anything. I purposely missed her birthdays. Purposely missed her school events. Purposely missed the "adoption day" stuff that my parents do every year since that's the day she blessed their life. Purposely failed to be there when she has ended up in a hospital for flu or pneumonia or even sepsis once. Purposely aimed to cause her physical harm. Purposely aimed to cause her emotional harm. I have never once been there for her or done anything to make her feel welcome or like she's meant something to me. I've never regret my actions more than I do now. It shouldn't have taken something as serious as this to make me regret how I've treated her, but it has.

"Well Coraly, you're about to have your first helicopter ride. Not that you'll remember it or anything. You could probably careless too now that I think about it." I say.

To no surprise I get no response. I'm used to it by now. She's in a coma, has been for 5 weeks.

I hear the door open and I watch the same doctor I've seen for 5 weeks walk in with several paramedics, "She is stable, but she's in a coma. Everything needs to remain hooked or she'll no longer be stable." The doctor says.

"We just want to check vitals before we move her. Just to make sure she is stable." The paramedic team says.

I watch them go through the usual process of putting the blood pressure cuff around her arm and checking blood pressure. Then sticking the thermometer into her mouth to check her body temperature. Then looking at the heart monitor to check her heart rate. It's all so normal now. Routine.

The cuffs taken off her arm and a paramedic looks at the doctor standing nervously in the corner, "She has a fever of 101, how long has she been here for?" A paramedic asks.

"Yes, we are aware. We've been watching it closely. It had not gone up or down and we did as many tests as we could to try and find the cause. We don't have a reason there's a fever. We can't find anything." The doctor says.

"How long has she been here?" Another paramedic asks.

"5 weeks." The doctor says.

"5 weeks and you are telling me you don't have a reason she's running a fever of 101?" The paramedic asks.

"Yes." He says.

Please just get her transported to Los angels where she'll be in better care and I'll have more answers. Please don't let this determine she's unable to be transported.

A few medics check her wrist band and when they see she's the right patient, they very carefully get her onto the gurney.

"Parents?" A paramedic asks.

"Just her sister. Her parents have given her sister medical consent of a minor by attorney. She has the paperwork with her if you need to look at it." The doctor says.

We did this pretty much as soon as I was told I needed that if I had to make a decision on behalf of my parents regarding coralys health. My parents aren't here, I am.