Love without colour

The first face he sees

Melody’s P.O.V

It’s has been a week since the accident and still Richie’s mother won’t let me see him. That first day at the hospital Richie heard me crying and yelling, and he came out of the bed against the orders of his doctors. When he fainted I felt my whole word collapsed. I screamed and shouted for them to tell me what was wrong with him, but they never did. His mother had me removed for the hospital. However, that didn’t stop me.

I’ve still been coming to the hospital every day and thanks to his best friend Max, I’ve been able to see him. I’m at the hospital right now, Richie still hasn’t woken up yet. According to the doctors, he hit his head very hard and is in a coma. They were all very surprised that first day, when he heard my voice and got up. They are saying the extra strain he put on his body, could be the reason he’s hasn’t awaken yet.

Something else I did to him. I keep hurting him, I feel like I should stay away from him and I will. I just need to see this through until he’s awake, then I will give him the space he needs.

His best friend Max has been really sweet to me. He makes sure I get to spend a little time every day with Richie. He keeps me informed and updates me on every progress. I haven’t been to school since the accident, my every waking hours has been spent at this hospital.

The school has called my parents, but my parents don’t really give a shit what I do. My mom told me I will end up being a hoe and my dad just shrugged his shoulders. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep properly since the accident. I think I’ve drop a few lbs because my clothes are falling off of me. It doesn’t really bother me though, I’ll eat and sleep as soon as Richie open his eyes.

I’m sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for the go ahead from Max. Then I’m gonna go in and spend a little time with Richie before I go home.

Now about Max, I liked him from the moment I met him. White boy has gotta lotta swag, and he’s funny too. We met on the day of Richie’s accident, he was there when I had my break down. After they took an unconscious Richie away, Max came over and introduced himself. 

I was overwhelmed at first, and didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I just wanted answers and no one was giving me any. Max had been the one to calm me down, I remember him saying something like, “Hold your horses shawty, you don’t wanna hurt your fine self. Just calm down mama and big Max is gonna take care a you.”

I remember thinking, who the hell is this fool. He needs to get his Eminem wanna be hilly billy ass outa my face. This fool in the right place, because when I smack his crazy ass into next week, he ain’t gotta go far for medical attention. I’m not too sure, but I think my reply went something like this.

“Boy you better get yo crazy ass outa my face, before I slap you right back into yo mama’s womb. I ain’t got time to be dealing with yo shit, I’ve got my own shit. Why this hospital be letting yo crazy ass out, did you escape from the mental ward or some shit?”

I know what you’re thinking. Why you gotta be so ghetto. But it’s not my fault, when I’m stressed my ghetto side takes precedence. And I was very much stressed that day. Max didn’t take offence to my words though, he threw back his head and laughed. And I must admit, a tiny smile did appear on my face.

He took a seat next to me and stretched out his hand. I looked at him like, fool I don’t know where yo hands been. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“I’m Max Hoskins, Os is my home boy.”

I was like, who the hell is Os? “Who?”

“Right, you called him Richie. What’s up with that?”