When the sun and moon collide

Part 2

1 Day Later...

I woke up to: you guessed it, MORE BUZZING! Except this time it was buzzing I didn't want to hear. Hospital machine buzzing. I was in hospital.

A few minutes later a doctor came in, "Mr. Williams. You have broken your arm. Your... friend, Miss Morris is in a coma," I didn't hear the rest of what the doctor said. So I did the most unmanly thing ever: Cry. I cried. My whole body was racked with sobs. "I'm sorry Mr. Williams," a nurse said, handing me a tissue. "Im very sorry about your-" "She's more like a sister to me," I sniff. "When can I see her?"

I stand next to Ella's bed. I take her hand with mine that is attached to my unbroken arm, and sit down. I stare at her pale, unmoving body. The only noise in the room is the mechanical beeps and the sound of her shallow, unstable breaths. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see its Matt, a friend of mine from college. He knows all about her. I smile at him weakly as he helps me stand. "Hey man, sorry about her." he says. "thanks," I reply. I am about to sit back down, when Ella's little sister Sarah bursts through the door with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Josh," her voice cracks. She's speaking barely above a whisper. "I'll talk to you later Josh," Matt says. As he exits, he pats Sarah's shoulder comfortingly. He knows about her too. "She'll be okay squirt," he says and gives her a reassuring smile. Her shoulders relax a bit at the sympathy and reassurance. She runs at me, wraps her arms around my waist and cries into my shoulder.

The next few hours are spent in a chair with a distraught Grade 8s head in my lap. Usually I would wake her up and tell her to get up, but seeing as though her sisters in a coma and I'm tired, that would be unfair and pointless. Plus, she needs the sleep.

When Sarah woke up, she left for home. Soon after that I was discharged. My school had obviously been notified of the accident and my trauma, because in the mailbox when I got home was a letter saying that I was excused from school for a few weeks.

Good, I thought. I wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway.