Broken, yet fixable.

Why? - Chapter 9

Nicollet:POV

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, our speeding down the road, the moment we got to the hospital, seeing Katie with an IV in her arm and her so beat up, I couldn't help but stand there and let my tears fall slowly down my cheek. we've only known each other for two weeks or so and I've come to care for her a lot. As it felt like I was walking in slow motion next to her bed, I put my hand on top of hers letting my cold salty tears hit her pale hand.

Dylan was out in the hall talking to his parents, only her dad was able to explain, her mom was stone cold shocked. Come to find out Katie was on the way to the store when a guy running from the cops had ran a red light and slammed into her. the impact was so brutal the car flipped many times causing Katie to flop around in her seat. I stood there, no facial expression needed as you could feel my depression kicking in. I sat down next to Katie's bed, gazing at her brutally beat up face, her broken arm and leg.

In this gaze everything around me seemed to stop and blur, I couldn't hear nor see anyone, all I remember is feeling the impact of the cold tile and darkness.

Then all of a sudden I see a light, really bright, light. I started walking into it, suddenly seeing me at my dads funeral. me stiff as a board, no facial expression at all. everyone coming up to me saying sorry for your lost, I just can't reply at all.

Then all of a sudden the light shun again against my pasty white skin, then I saw my dad again, he's not busted up anymore and he's standing there just looking at me, I wanted to scream for him, but nothing came out. My mouth moved but my voice didn't.

"Nicollet." all he did was repeat my name, over, and over again, then he shook me, screaming my name. I had a confused look on my face, the shaking felt so realistic, I went to grab his hands then everything went black.

I took a deep breath and my eyes shot open.

"Nicollet!" I saw Dylan yelling in front on me, I was laying down on the couch next to Katie's bed, she was still out cold, I shook my head taking Dylan's hands off of my shoulders and sat up.

"What-what happened?"

"The doctor said you got overwhelmed and that's why you passed out." he explained looking at me with concern, "Also, I have news..."

I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"Katie has went into a coma."
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It's been three weeks, three freaking weeks with out school, three freaking weeks with out sleep, threw freaking weeks with out a stable meal, three freaking weeks of stress, three freaking weeks with out Katie's laugh and dumb jokes. three freaking weeks.

Katie's been in a coma for three weeks now, The doctors have a feeding tub hooked up so she doesn't die of starvation, an IV hooked up I swear in every vain in her.

I was waiting in line with a tray in my hand at the cafeteria at the hospital, I haven't been home in these three weeks only to get clothes and a nice private shower, I've been living here basically. Katie's parents with their busy work schedules can't stay here with her. Dylan has been here every day to visit, except for days he has to work and days he has church. He's been cleaning up his life and me and him have been getting closer and closer.

I grabbed my fruit and my drink and headed back up to Katie's room.

I sat down on my regular chair and stared out the window. it was snowing out, it was beautiful. I looked up at the tv hanging on the wall, seeing Criminal minds on.

After I was done eating I walked into the bathroom looking in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my face was with out make up and a pair of glasses hanging off my ears and laying on my nose. my sweatpants clean as my sweatshirt, I feel clean, yet drained. I feel so lifeless and I feel like happiness doesn't even exist anymore.