Oxford Boys

42. Jake's POV dealing with reality

3 weeks later

Every single day I am sat at this fucking bed, hoping for Sam to finally wake up. The first week was hell, it was an up and down, several times I thought this is it. Once the swelling of her brain went down and she was stabilized she went back into surgery for her bones. Seems like her body had difficulties dealing with so much narcotics, causing heart issues again. During this time I felt like going insane and being a zombie at the same time. I only ever left her if absolutely necessary.

Even if the nurses complained I stayed most of the nights, sleeping in the chair next to her bed.

The second week got easier, Sam was still in a bad condition, but stable. As I already had skipped two weeks of classes I decided to at least attend my classes and go straight back to Sam after.

Seeing as her condition wasn't quite as critical anymore, a second visitor was allowed to visit her for half an hour a day. Evans and Emi took terms, both of them were a pain in my ass, telling me to take more care of myself. I simply told them to fuck off, if they want to bug me any longer.

The third week, Sam was starting to look better. The doctors said she isn't critical anymore, her vitals have stabilized and her organs are working well. They decided to take down the narcotics slowly for her to hopefully wake up soon. The most of the time here, I spend talking to her. I don't know how often I have told her how sorry I am and beg her to come back to me. Other times I will tell her all the little details I remember about her, about us when we were small. How every little injury she had, broke my heart each time. I remember when we started skating, my biggest worry was to see her hurt and we got fucking hurt a lot until at some point we got really good. As our stunts got more and more complex, there would still be some broken bones, but they got less. When we were fourteen, Sam fell bad and broke her leg. I asked if I could write something on her plaster, of course she allowed me. We always wrote something on each other's plasters. Shy me was too fucking afraid of her reaction, so I wrote it on the back and fairly small, so she couldn't read it. Yeah fucking idiot had no balls at that time.

Will you be my girl?

As I refused to tell her what I wrote and she couldn't read it, she had Emi take a photo from it in the evening. When a message came in that evening from her, it took me half an hour to have the balls to even open it and read it.

It was simple, but my heart felt like jumping out of my chest.

Yes Skater boy

At that point I had wanted to ask her for so long already, from that night on she was my girl.

And now I am sat here, telling her all about it and how much I need her to be my girl again. By now the nurses have gotten used to me sleeping with my head on her bed, no one says a thing anymore. Another day has passed without her waking up and no one can tell me, how long it's going to take. It's been two days they have stopped the narcotics completely, but it needs to get off her system, they say. In the middle of the night I wake up to a weird noise and nurses and doctors rushing in.

What the fuck is happening?

"Step aside", one doctor demands in a harsh tone, I do while anxiety is taking over.

What the hell are they doing? They are pulling a tube from her mouth. Doctor Nash exhales loudly. "She's breathing."

She's what? Did he just say she's breathing? Like breathing on her own without the machines?

"One step closer", he says, pats my back and checks a few things on Sam, before heading direction door. "If nothing happens anymore during the night, I'll be back before my shift ends."