Evangiline

Chapter Thirty- Coma

She wasn't dead. She wasn't. I assumed it when she did not respond to my pounding on her chest. I almost died of a heart attack.

I was more than relieved when they told me she was alive, but heart broken when they said she was in a coma. I was battling my emotions severely. I did not know whether to be happy or devastated.

The beautiful thing about her is that she forgave me. I mean, I hid her mother's cancer from her...

The doctor explained that it was a coma, at least not death.

"How long?" I choked out and felt my eyes begin to water.

"Mr. Heiden, we can not be sure as of now...maybe in a few months when we-" the doctor started but iI interrupted.

"Months? Months! Do you fucking hear that?" I spoke to Mrs. Jefferson. "And even then you won't know? Some fucking doctor!"

My face got so hot so fast that I scared myself. The shock on Evangilines mom's face told me that I had overreacted.

The doctor stayed quiet and tapped his cheap pen on his clipboard.

But I did not care what they thought, I only cared about Evangiline. She looked so peaceful... yet dead on the hospital bed.

The anger and pain was a monster trying to push its way out and I could not control it.

"Fuck!" I yelled as my eyes got watery.

"Charles!" Mrs. Jefferson yelled back at me.

I tried to hold back, but I just couldn't.

"She is going to be stuck there for the rest of her life! I know how it goes! It always ends like this!"

My body threatened to give up on me and I almost blacked out, but the corner of the bed held me up. Maybe I was a little emotional but it was Evangiline. I didn't know what I would ever do without her.

Then I lost all sanity and common sense. I mean, how would you feel if the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate- was dying? Yes I said it- I love her. I love her a lot.

I grabbed the nearest thing and watched it crumble against the white wall into a billion and one tiny white slivers. The sharp sound echoed in the room after I heard the doctor and Mrs. Jefferson gasp. But I honestly did not care, I couldn't.

.......

"My bish!" Stacy yelled and slapped both hands on her face in shock when she saw Evangiline lying in the hospital bed. "No! Charles what the hell happened?"

"She was... I was at..uh..." I practically stuttering. "I went to see my dad's body and I needed a little fresh air. She followed me out across the road. A d-damned truck h-hit her." By the end I was crying again.

"Oh shit. Oh. Shit. Yea I heard about that man that shot him. Is she gonna be alright?" Rhys asked the moment I stopped talking.

I looked at him. I really looked at him. He was an ugly son of a bitch. "Does it look like it?"

"Ummm dude chill. I was just asking." Rhys rolled his eyes at me. I resisted the urge to throat punch him.

"They said it could be months...months." I told Stacy.

"Shit. What are we gonna do?" She stared at me.

"I don't know. I'm not a fucking doctor."

"We were gonna go shopping and get her nails done...but there wouldn't be much point in that..." she said.

"Look, Stacy, I don't think that matters right now. Evangiline is in a coma."

"I'll do her nails anyway. You think they'll let me do her hair?" she smiled like a giddy five year old.

I just looked sideways at her for a while, then scowled. "She has a cracked skull. Stitches in four places. She had to get patches of her hair shaved off so that they could operate. A few broken bones. Shattered collarbone. Fuck you and your stupid shit. What is wrong with you?"

"Damn. She said you were a calm guy. Didn't know you'd ever be like this. I'm just trying to lighten the mood." Stacy mumbled the ends of her words.

"I don't think she's gonna care when she wakes up-if she wakes up."

"Okay. I'll come back tomorrow. Bye Evangiline." She said, then left.

When everyone left me alone with her, I leaned gently on the railing of her bed. Her eyelids were dark and flaky, her once beautiful body now broken. All those casts, cuts, and stitches were because of me. Because I decided to run away from my problems- not just my dad's body. If I would have never left, maybe she would have loved me back. Maybe I could have been there to stop my father's death. Maybe I should have never messed with her.

For the next few hours, I mulled over ever irrational and stupid decision that I ever made. I remembered when I first kissed her, when we went to the movies, when we spray painted the bridge, and when I talked to Doctor Crane behind her back. Granted, not all of our memories were bad, but they sure had an ultimately devastating consequence. And I was to blame for it. It hurt knowing that she was in pain and near death because of me.

She had to wake up because if she didn't, I would never be the same.