For The Love of A Daughter

Chapter 10

"Do you care if I go talk to Nate?" Kylie asked.

"No, go ahead."

"Can you tell him or do I have too?"

"I can."

She got out her phone and called Nate. I'm hoping I can talk to him today. Hopefully he isn't with John or anything.

All of a sudden Kylie looked at me. The way she looked at me made me nervous. She hung up the phone and grabbed my hand.

"What happened?" I asked shaking.

"John was in a car accident. He's stable right now."

"When did this happen?"

"Last night around 3:30, he was hit by a drunk driver."

"We have to go."

Of course he would be lying in a hospital bed right now. It makes me mad that I can't even yell at him right now. I wonder what the hell he was doing out that late. This is all my fault that he is in the hospital. If I didn't have him take me home we would still been at the field. I hate myself and I hate him.

"You're blaming yourself aren't you?"

"Yea, I can't help it."

"This isn't your fault. It's not his either. Yea, his stupid ass was out that late, but it was the other person that was drunk's fault. Don't blame yourself. The only one to blame is that guy."

I looked out the window the rest of the way while Kylie drove. When we got to the hospital I didn't even want to get out. Why should I even be here? He hurt me and lied to me, but I'm here for him.

"I can't do this." I stopped looking at the ground.

"Why not."

"Kylie, what if he..."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence; it is not going to happen."

"I'm scared."

"I'm scared too, but I know he is going to be just fine."

She came over and grabbed my hand and we went inside. When we went in his mom was on her way out.

"Morgan, I'm so glad you came."

"How is he?"

"He's good. He still hasn't opened his eyes yet though. I know he would be happy to see you."

"That's a relief. We're on our way up there now."

"Okay, Nate is up there now. I'm going home to change then I will be back."

"Okay, see you soon then."

We got on the elevator and went up to his room. I'm kind of nervous to go see him, but then again he is sleeping. His room was right there and I could see him. He had tubes hooked up to him. We walked in and Nate came and gave us both a hug. A second later he took Kylie out of the room and I walked over and sat next to him. I grabbed his hand and looked at him. I wanted so badly not to cry, but I couldn't help myself.

"What the hell were you doing last night? If you just went home right after you dropped me off then you could be talking to me right now. I want to talk you; I need to hear your voice. Please John just open your eyes. I love you, I know everything has happened, but I want to hear the rest of it."

No movement or anything. I just want something so that he knows I'm here. This is not the way it's going to end. I don't want to be done with him, especially not like this. I just want him to hold my hand.

"Come on John."

All of a sudden the monitor went off and I looked at it. People were coming in and one was pulling me away.

"He's flat lining." A nurse yelled.

"John!"

They shocked him and kept pulling me out of the room. When I got out of the room I looked through his window so I could see him. My hands were banging against the window. I could feel arms wrapped around my waist. I turned around and saw Nate. Kylie walked over to me. He let me go and I went right to her. I put my head down on her shoulder right away.

"He flat lined."

"He's going to be okay."

"You don't know that. He basically just died right in front of me. Kylie I just want him back." I sobbed.

"You will get him back, but right now it's going to take some time. Every day he is going to get better."

I got out of her arms and fell to floor, wrapping my arms around my knees, putting my head against them. I should have just stayed and talked to him last night. We could be with each other right now, but no he's lying in the hospital bed. Seeing him flat line, just made my heart break even more. I just want things to work out between us, I need my boy.

"He's stable."

I heard the doctor say my two favorite words he's stable. I got up, and ran into his room, finding his eyes still closed. I grabbed his hand, and cried.