Broken ✔

Chapter Forty-Six

Song: No Kissing – Patoranking ft. Sarkodie

*Unedited* (Sorry for the delay. I've just been being a downer and convincing myself the book was bad)

Michael was attached to more machines than I'd been attached to when I was in the hospital. According to the doctor, he had so much smoke in his lungs that he might not make it to twenty-nineteen.

I wanted to go outside and kill all the birds that were chirping happily like it was a great day. I had his hand clutched firmly in mine, praying to the God that had abandoned me a long time ago that he'd make it.

I couldn't be without Michael. He was ninety percent of my whole life, and it was horrible that it took his near death for me to realise that. I didn't care about Mr. Faye or Mr. Mark anymore. The chief was dead and I was no longer a captive of Mr. Faye's son.

When Michael wakes up, we'll go back to the village and get married. I would forget about everything else. My education, my dreams, they didn't compare to him. He was all that mattered. He was the only thing that mattered.

Wolfgang came inside Michael's hospital room holding a tin foil pack. He crouched in front of me and touched my knee. "You need to eat." He said.

I shook my head. "I need him."

His long dark lashes framed his beautiful eyes. He looked so peaceful while asleep, but the sight of him like that, looking like he'd never see the sun rise again, it made my heart hurt. He had to wake up. I didn't know what I'd do if he didn't. I didn't know if I could live if he didn't.

"Do you think he'd want to wake up if you're not here? According to you, you're all he has left. He won't want to live in a world where he has nothing left."

I chuckled sadly. "Great point. Leave it on my lap, I'll get to it soon."

"You won't." He said. "Come with me right now."

I shook my head as the tears spilled over. "I can't leave him."

What if he was gone by the time I got back? What if I wouldn't have the chance to say goodbye? What if he woke up and was looking for me, but then realised I didn't care enough to stay? I couldn't do that to him. He was my everything, and now, I hoped I could be his.

"Dammit Elorm, stop being so stubborn. It's not like if you leave him for a second, he'll die."

"You don't know that."

"I do know that. It's not you that's keeping him alive. Don't be delusional."

I glared at him. "If you came here just to be like Kofi, you had better leave now."

"I should bring Kofi. He's always able to get you to do things."

"I don't want to see that son of a gun here. If I do, I promise you, I'll kill him." I spat. I hated Kofi so much more after he tried to stop us from using his car. How dare he try and leave Michael to die?

"Big talk for someone with a broken leg and ribs."

"Try me." I was serious about it. If anyone tried to get between Michael and I, well, I'd get between them and life.

He sighed exasperatedly and rubbed his face. "Kofi told me that you've been starving yourself. Why?"

I scoffed. "He's such a gossip."

"Oh, I noticed. You're a skeleton compared to when I first met you."

"Maybe it's because I had my freedom snatched from me. Maybe it happened when Kofi decided to leave me at the mercy of the elements with no food for nearly three days!"