Letters of Unconciousness

6.00am

~ Nate ~

Tubes through her nose.

Needles in her arms.

Machines beeping to either side of her.

I suddenly became aware of all of it.

I pushed out of the chair immediately and walked out. She's not suppose to be in there. She can't be in there. She hasn't done anything wrong. She doesn't deserve to he there. I walked past her family with my eyes set on the elevator until my phone buzzed.

Cara.

I pushed my phone deep into my pocket and continued towards the elevator. I didn't look to either side of me but I could feel the family's heads turning to follow me. I turned and closed the elevator doors.

I pressed the car park button but in truth. I just didn't want to be on this level. The level with the ICU patients. The level Gabriella was never suppose to be. The level she was never ever suppose to go. She wasn't suppose to have tubes in her and needles jabbing her. She wasn't suppose to have stitches covering her body. She wasn't suppose to have as many bruises as she wore due to this battle.

This wasn't suppose to happen. None of this was suppose to happen. She doesn't deserve this. She is far too deserving. She deserves to be blessed. She doesn't deserve this. What did she ever do. What did she do to bring this upon herself. Who cursed her.

Why her?

She always asked me why her? But she shouldn't have been asking me.

It's not fair.

48 hours was enough. She should be awake. She has been through enough torture already. Her family has been through enough torture already. I have been through enough torture already. Why is it dragging out? Why won't it just let her win? Why is it so obsessed with winning?

As the elevator passed the levels flew by. The numbers changing on the little screen and the irritating music played on. And my mind rolled on.

It was so unfair.

The elevator faulted and came to a hault. The doors wouldn't open and the lights dimmed. I didn't care. I slumped into the floor. Putting my head in my knees I wept.

An induced coma. After this point everything could be touch and go. But generally after being out into an induced coma the parents are asked when they want to pull the plug. I tugged at my hair and pulled the hood of my jumper over my head. Alarms started in the elevator but I couldn't care less.

I wept and cried. Unable to be disturbed. Alone. I hadn't cried, not in ages. Now here I was Sitting in a broken elevator crying. Uncontrollably releasing every emotion.

There was the occasional rattle or the slightly murmur of metal gangling against other metal. But no progress was made and I didn't mind.

I wasn't thinking I was just crying. Tears kept falling. Salting tears falling down my cheeks and past the corner of my mouth. Every so often one would find its way down my nose and I would wipe it away immediately. The tickling feeling wasn't something that should have been a part of the moment.

The girl I cared so much about was lying almost motionless in ICU and I was hopeless. Completely hopeless. Unable to do anything.

I pulled my phone out from my pocket when my leg started to go numb and opened the message from Cara.

'Hi all, Gabriella is still in hospital in the ICU. She has yet to gain consciousness-'

That was all I could read before another ave of tears washed over me.