Time Capsule

Chapter 58

Time Capsule

Chapter 58

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Niall...

The cold of metal burned my hand. I just stood there, shaking with fear, as I clutched onto the handle of her hospital room. Even though I had already seen her terrible state in her room, this was different. Sure, she'd probably been cleaned up, but that just meant everything was more visible. All the blood that covered her, was hiding all the hideous cuts and bruises she'd received. Now, they were going to be on full display. Plus, I didn't think I was ready to see her all dead looking, attached to machines and stuff. I don't know if I can handle it. Especially with what the doctor just said swirling through my brain.

"I'm sorry, but she's in a coma, and we don't know if this is one she'll ever wake up from."

Those words didn't do shit to make me feel any better. He could have just left it at 'she's in a coma', so I could at least have hope she'd wake up. But telling me that she most likely wasn't going to wake up, confirmed my worst fear.

It's all your fault, Niall.

I glanced down the hallway to the doors that blocked off the waiting room. I was half glad they let me go on my own first. But, as stupid and childish as it sounds, I just felt like I needed someone to hold my hand and come with me.

I was brought back from my thoughts by a loud clang coming from inside the room. I burst in, relieved to only see a nurse that had dropped her clip board. "Whoops, sorry love." She apologized for nearly giving me a heart attack before scurrying out of the small room.

With the distraction gone, I took a deep breath and finally averted my eyes to the bed in the middle of the room. I felt the pressure start to build up behind my eyes immensely, at the same time as the water actually started to fall.

There she was.

The sight almost made me choke on the sobs that were holding back. For the past few hours, I was anticipating this moment, and what I'd see and how I'd feel. But I didn't anticipate it hurting anywhere near this bad. My broken angel. My fragile princess.

My Annabelle.

I scanned over the many machines surrounding her, to keep her alive in her comatose state. There were multiple IV's stuck in her arm and the back of her hands. There was a heart machine that gave me the relief that she was in fact alive, even if it was just for now. There was a few other machines that I didn't know the purpose of, but I knew they were important since they all connected to wires that were attached to her torso from under her gown. The biggest machine in the room was the oxygen tank.

She was laying on her back with her arms by her side with a blanket covering her bottom half only, since it was folded down to her waistline. I examined her arms first, from my position by the door. I was still afraid to get closer. There were just a few stitches on various places on her arms, as well as a lot of bruising. The cuts that hadn't been stitched, were jagged and swollen. She didn't do those. She didn't do any of them. I didn't know if that made me relieved that she didn't hurt herself, or angry that someone did that to her. And by someone, either her dad or that fucking asshole. They're both fucking assholes. Her neck and chest were completely discolored, and covered with hand prints and bruises. I felt my nails dig into my palms.

I finally mustered up the courage to move towards her, slowly walking over to her side. I didn't dare to touch her yet, but let out a deep breath as I finally took in her face. The huge gashes on her face had been covered by bandages. The massive bruises on her cheeks, and her black eye, seemed to look ten times worse against her sickly pale skin. There was a large oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose. She looked so fragile and delicate.