The One That Got Away (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter Twenty

Sam's POV

"Belle's in the hospital, she was involved in a car accident."

The plate that I was carrying fell off my hand, making a shattering sound.

"What the hell! Which hospital?"

The car skidded down the road, with my hands tightly holding the steering wheel causing my knuckles to hurt. My heart felt like it was beating out my rib cage, my mind was all over the place. The last time I had drove this crazy and felt just as crazier was when my mother died. I remember how I drove over the legal limit, how I cried when I found out that she was gone. I silently prayed that in this situation there would be a different outcome.

I arrived at the hospital lot, swerving the car like a lunatic and jumping out of it before it fully came to a halt. People who saw me thought I was a maniac, I didn't blame them because I felt like one. I hurriedly ran inside the hospital, pushing the door wide open and shouting 'where is she!?'. As much as I wanted to be calm, I couldn't make myself be. I was afraid, scared that Belle's life was in grave danger. And as much as I hated her for leaving me and chasing after Jaycey, I knew that I needed her to live because I wasn't ready to live without her.

"I'm looking for my girlfriend," I spoke loudly as I reached the front desk. The woman there motioned to me that she was on a call and mouthed 'Give me a sec'. I paced back and forth, biting my fingernails and feeling like she was taking forever to get off the phone.

"How can I help you?" she finally asked, her eyes softly falling on me.

"I'm here for my girlfriend, the woman who was put in the papers. Isabelle Anderson," I spoke in one breath.

"Her girlfriend? A woman came by here claiming that she was her ---"

"I know. She's also her girlfriend, we're both involved with her. It's kind of complicated," I sighed, "Can I see her please."

"I have to make sure that you're family and I have to ask a few ---"

"Then ask dammit!" I rudely cut her off. She just stared at me like I was an insane idiot before asking me her stupid questions. After she was done she gave me the room number and I made my way there.

A nurse was there, almost about to leave. I greeted her and she greeted me back. I almost told her not to leave because all of a sudden I didn't want to be alone with Belle. She had a lot of tubes connecting her to the beeping machines. Her body looked lifeless, one would have thought she was dead. I stood at the door after the nurse had left, something just caused me not to move.

"Oh, I'm sorry," someone said as they hit me with the door. I moved away, and the person walked in. It was the doctor.

"Hi," my voice sounded torn, most probably because I was torn apart.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Lawson," he extended his hand for me to shake and I did so meekly, "I hear you're her other girlfriend."

"Yeah I am. What happened, is she going to be alright?"

"She went head on with a truck, it's actually a miracle that she is still alive because she was half dead when we got to her," Doctor Lawson explained, "She has severe brain damage, if ever she does wake up she'll suffer from memory loss and her nerves will malfunction."

I almost wanted to cry but I couldn't, "Thank you for saving her life."

"It's my job," Doctor Lawson said as he excused himself and left the room.

I approached Belle's bed, removing my shoes and lying next to her. Luckily, the beds in this hospital could hold two people. My hands fell on her fragile looking ones. If months back you had told me that today I would be where I am, I would have laughed in your face. I closed my eyes, wishing that somehow Belle could hold me back.

"I love you so much Samantha," she spoke, her eyes digging deep into mine. She pulled me closer to her and enveloped me in her warm arms. I felt at ease having her hold me like she did.

"I wish I could always stay in your arms like this," I whispered, nuzzling into her.

"You can and you will. You're the only one I wish to hold like this. My arms will always worship and adore you, there'll hold you when you're down, there'll hold you when you've lost all hope, when you cry, or laugh. In your happiest or darkest of moments, my arms will be there for you."

"You sound so sure," I giggled.

"I am, even on my deathbed my arms will hold you Samantha."

"And how's that possible?"

"You'll just close your eyes, and think of me. Think of the great times we had together, think of how my touch feels on your skin and you'll feel me embracing you..."

"Ma'am," somebody shook me, "Ma'am please wake up."

I opened my eyes to see the nurse from earlier. I quickly sat up, though making sure that I didn't do anything that would tamper with Belle. The nurse gave me an amused look, I expected her to shout at me for being ontop of the patient's bed but she never did.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I apologised.

"It's okay, just don't do it again."

She left the room. I looked at Belle, I had to say something to her. But what was I going to say to her?

"You did it," I found myself finally saying, "You held me without actually holding me. Isabelle I need you, I need you to live. I know you know that dying is not an option right now. You have to make it for me, you have to fix us. I love you so much Isabelle."

I held her hand in mine, finally giving in to my urge to cry. I let my tears fall as I watched the sleeping beauty infront of my eyes. If only this could've been a fairy tale then I would have been her princess charming, one kiss and she would've come to life.

"This is definitely not how I pictured us to be like. When I first saw you I never thought you would do everything that you did to me but I guess 'never say never' is something that I should've practiced. I forgive you, it hurts but I forgive you. And I want you to fight, I want you to show me that you're listening to me and that you're willing to fix your mess. Give me a sign, anything, just anything to give me hope."

"My father is pissed off. He told me that he warned me against you, that he saw right through you. He and Anna agreed to fix things, he doesn't realise it but his actions to forgive my stepmom are teaching me to put aside all the hurt and all the anger I feel towards you. I want to be with you. When it comes to you I find myself not thinking of anything else, I live for you. You've got to wake up, please do."

"You wanna know the reason why I fell inlove with you," I chuckled lightly, sniffing and fluttering my eyelids in an attempt to stop more tears from escaping from my eyes, "It's because for the first time in my life I felt an emotional connection with someone. It's because for the first time in my life I met somebody who made me feel loved and made me love myself just as much. I knew you were the one, I felt it in my heart. But you were the one in a lot of things. As much as you were the one that taught me love you're also the one that denied me love, you're the one who's taught me to be afraid of love, to not trust you. I wonder if you feel bad about what you did or the things you ---"

Her hand twitched in mine. I froze, not knowing whether I was imagining things or not.

"Isabelle can you hear me, if you do just ---"

She did it again, this time instead of just twitching, her fingers slowly scratched my hand. My heartbeat paced. I quickly got up and went running to call the doctor. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe that she had moved. After the doctor and the nurses came rushing in they told me to stay outside, I didn't want to but I had no choice. I replayed over and over how her hand had moved in mine. She was fighting to live, she was fighting to come back and I was hoping that she was fighting for me.