Awake ↣ c.h [ON HOLD]

Chapter 23

Calum's P.O.V

It was Belle's Mom. I was unsure of what to feel within that moment. I answered the phone. My hand slightly shaking at first and then my entire body. "Hello?" She asked. My breath grew heavier and she assumed i was on the line. "Calum. I need to talk to you about Isabelle." She said once more. My heart began to pound almost out of my chest. "Is everything alright?" I asked nervously stuttering and in a somewhat mumble because i had to repeat myself about three times. "Its Isabelle. She's awake." She said. I started to dance and smile so hard my cheeks hurt. I continued the conversation and politely asked if she was accepting victors. To my luck she indeed was. I then ended the call and started to smile even more so than before.

"Mate, Is everything alright?" Michael asked seated in his car. I smiled as i approached him. "It's Isabelle.." I started to say as his face lit up. It somewhat bothered me. "She's awake!" I said. He started to smile as well. I then asked for him to excuse me from lunch and if he could spare me a ride to the hospital. He smiled and said, "No way dude, we are going with you. " I knew in that moment that she would be overwhelmed. I didn't even know if she would remember me. I got into his car and he backed out of the driveway and headed for the hospital. God that hospital had so many good and bad memories. A few minutes later, we arrived in the parking lot to encounter Ashton and Luke in one car and Spencer, Brin and Kylie in another.

Yay. More people. Not. I myself began to fill with angst with the thought of all these people seeing Isabelle. Michael parked his car, rather poorly in my opinion. The radio turned off and the engine made a hiccup sound and the car stopped. We all got out and I walked directly towards to double doors.

"Hey dude. Wait up." Luke said running after me with Brin's hand in his. I ignored him and walked left, then right down the hall and left again. I took this route several times before. I heard people laughing as i approached the waiting room. It was Mr. and Mrs. Roberts. I couldn't begin to fathom what it must have been like for them these past few weeks. I barely knew her and felt great pain and struggle.

I slowed my walking pace and entered the small, but cramped room. There were so many familiar and unfamiliar faces. Spencer's parents were there and I decided to pay them a visit. Spencer had already recuperated and seemed to be okay. Keeping in mind she had about a dozen stitches in her face to keep her eye socket intact. How I knew in that moment how fortunate I was.

I greeted them kindly and told them how Spencer was such a nice person, which was indeed true. I left after and walked straight to the door and saw Isabelle's parents at the door outside her room. They were crying.

"Mr. and Mrs. Roberts is everything alright?" I asked them, as I knew I was getting closer and closer to Isabelle. I then had a full-fledged conversation about how they should be so happy about having their daughter back and they smiled and started to sob again. But this time with joy and bursts of laughter. They then started to thank me. I smiled as they told me how fortunate they were for an outside opinion and that her daughter wasn't dating a druggy. I then quickly asked if I could see her. They said yes and cleared a path so I could walk inside.

My heart started to pound as if it would pop out of my chest. I could hear it as I took steps closer. Thun. Thun. I walked inside the set of doors and saw she was asleep. God. I came at the wrong time she wasn't going to be able to talk to me. I sat at the edge of her bed trying not to disturb her and started to sob myself. I then heard the door open again and lifted my face to see that everyone had entered the room making it small and crammed.

"Hey Cal, are you okay?" Luke asked putting his hand on my shoulder. I nodded and got up from the hospital bed and walked outside everyone trailed behind. I knew this wouldn't work. A relationship with Isabelle was pointless she wasn't getting better anytime soon. She was hit by a car and was in a coma for god sake! How dumb could i have been? I then walked towards her parents. I thanked them and told them to tell Isabelle something if she did wake up and remember. If she knew who i was they were to tell her that we were always...Friends. I couldn't continue to kid myself through this relationship. She wouldn't like me anyways. 

I ran back outside and looked in the bottom of my jacket for an old friend. Ah i had one left. I got the lighter and lit the cigarette and dragged a smoke. It felt unfamiliar but nice in my lungs. I then started to walk home. I knew what i was going to do. I would run away and never have to deal with the slightest reminder of Isabelle, or anyone or the bullshit i endured. I was going to leave. 

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Sorry for the slow updates but this story plot is getting difficult to decifer. Thanks for reading and keeping up with my crap.