Heart Break. A Paul Walker Love Story.

Chapter Twenty Seven

A/N I don't know how many of you follow me but I have wrist tendinitis. It hurts me a lot to write. But it's been awhile. So I put the pain aside and brought you a chapter to make you just a bit happier as the year anniversary of Paul Walker's death date approaches. I hope everyone has a great thanksgiving. I won't be updating again until after the holiday. Thanks for reading. Love and Paul Walker hugs xoxox -Alyssa

((I put up a picture and a video for you guys. It's gonna make you cry. Can't believe it's been a year.))

Chapter Twenty Seven: Coma.

((Please listen to the song Read All About It by Emile Sande to fully appreciate this chapter fully))

They wheeled me to Paul's isolation chamber and then told me what happened. "When the car crashed, Paul was flown through the windshield. He was knocked out instantly and felt no pain. He's in a coma, we don't know if or when he'll wake up," the nurse said. My dad put his hand on my hand for comfort. "Is Vin okay," I asked. "He's in the trauma section. He took a big hit to the head and he has some burns, he's been resting," the nurse replied. "My babies," I asked. The nurse led us to the NICU. We looked through the glass window and saw my beautiful twins sleeping. "They've hardly made a peep. You got yourself some sleepers," the nurse joked. I laughed. "What happened," I asked. "Well, you landed on your back from the explosion and broke two ribs. We don't know if that's how, but somehow that fall induced you into labor. They didn't find out you were in labor until you started bleeding, down there. They rushed you into an emergency c-section as well as trying to stop the bleeding from your many cuts and puncture wounds, they were also trying to fix your ribs when you went into labor. They said they could've almost lost you because you lost so much blood. But your daddy here came through, he donated blood just for you," the nurse explained. "Can I see Paul," I asked. "I don't think that's such a good idea," my dad replied.

A whole week went by. No sign of Paul waking up anytime soon. My dad still hasn't let me see him. I guess he's really that bad. The babies are good. We're all cleared to go home, I just don't know if I want too. Jordana has offered to be a live in nanny until Paul wakes up, if he wakes up.

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The days rolled by, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into two months. I now sat in the hospital at Paul's side. He didn't look very good, but he looked like my Paul. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Paul and I were supposed to go home together, with the twins, carrying them inside side by side. We were supposed to raise them together. These past two months I've been a single mother with two babies born three weeks early. I couldn't have done it without Jordana. But it's been said and done. Two months on life support, the doctors made up my mind for me. In the morning they were taking Paul off life support, and he wouldn't ever wake up again.

I stared at my husbands face. I was supposed to say goodbye. "You weren't supposed to leave us baby. Paul and Arielle are the most beautiful babies. I just wish you could've seen them in real life, other than on an ultrasound. Paul looks like you. Believe it or not Arielle looks like me. I'm gonna miss you baby. I love you. Goodbye Paul Walker," I said to Paul as I kissed his forehead. My dad was in the room with me, as I said my goodbyes. He rubbed my shoulder as I stood and left the room. As I left the room, the whole cast and crew, everyone who knew Paul, family, friends, everyone, they all lined the hallway. Most had tears in their eyes as I walked passed them. Tomorrow I'll be a widow. This sucks.

The next morning, I was woken up by a phone call around 3 am. It was the hospital. "Hello," I answered, rubbing my dry eyes. "Mrs Walker," someone asked. "This is she," I replied. "Mrs Walker, your husband Paul-." "Yes he's been taken off life support. I don't need you to rub it in that my children have to grow up without a father-." I interrupted with tears. "No Mrs Walker, he's awake. Your husband woke up." Paul's alive.