A Poppy In The Stars

Chapter 17

[ Jasper's point of view ]

As I paced in the hallway, waiting for the doctor to come out of the closed doors, my heart beat fastened. I ran a hand through my hair as I breathed for air to keep my thoughts straight.

Hope! If anything happens to her,...then there's no point of me living in this goddamn world! If anything happens to her...I'm going to kill that Ace slowly, but painfully. His laughing face as I lifted an unconscious Hope into my arms, still ran through my mind like an evil ghost. I rubbed my eyes roughly to keep my mind working.

The hustle of footsteps came from behind me, and I rounded to see the doctor coming out of the room, followed by a teary Mrs. Williams. Oh! What pain have I caused to this lovely, amazing family?!

I walked over to the doctor. "Is she okay? Is she going to be okay?" I asked, my voice cracking here and there.

"It was a fit that she had, Mr. Alby." The doctor said. I gulped down the lump that came to my throat. "It was one of the worst fits that anyone could ever have, especially someone who's recovering from social anxiety. She will be fine, only if she stays back in her room. She's going to need some time."

I nodded as the doctor went past me. Mrs. Williams rested a calming hand on my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am." I breathed.

She nodded. "Do you want to see her?" She asked with a heavy voice. I nodded. "Go in then."

I walked past her into the room, which was small but comfortable. I turned to see Hope lying on the white hospital bed, her eyes closed shut. Her hands, her soft hands, laid either side of her. She still appeared beautiful to me.

A tear ran down my cheek and landed on the white tiled floor. I slowly walked over to her with a very heavy lump stuck in my throat.
I took her hand into mine, even though it was cold and limb. "Hope, I'm so sorry for making this happen to you. Please be okay?" I begged as more tears washed the collar of my t-shirt. "I'm here for you. Always. Just...just please wake up and talk with me."

She lay still. Not a single movement. I rested my head on the side of the mattress, her hand still in mine. Tears wet the bed sheets, but I didn't care. I prayed for her to be herself when she wakes up, and hopefully, she'll forgive me. Thinking all this finally drained me, and I slowly drifted off to a very disturbed sleep.