One Night Stand (3)

Come Back To Me

Jimin's pov

     I was at the hospital bright and early. They still wouldn't let me see her yet. They were doing some tests. I went to visit the baby. They let me feed her and rock her. She was so precious. I loved her so much already. She needed her momma. She just had to be ok.

     Finally I could see her. Only for 10 minutes though. She looked so small and pale in the bed. There were so many wires and machines softly whirring and blipping. I didn't know what to say so I just sat and watched her chest rise and fall. She had to be ok. She just had to.

     A week later they moved her into a private room. I visited every day. Some days longer than others. I had a baby to take care of. I couldn't bear to name her without Crystal so I just called her baby girl. I still went to work most days too. Baby girl went with me. She was a good baby most days. The guys all took turns talking to her acting like big goofballs. She only woke up twice a night to eat.

     She loved music and it seemed to soothe her. I sang to her as much as I could. She would just watch me. I got pretty good at diapers too. The first week or so was a challenge but now I feel like a pro. I tried to write everything down in the baby book and took tons of pictures. I didn't want Crystal to miss a thing.

     I had moved all the baby stuff to my apartment so she had all the stuff her mommy had collected for her.

     I usually brought baby girl with me to visit Crystal. A lot of times she slept. I would hold Crystal's hand and move her hair off of her forehead.

     About 3 weeks in I was singing to baby girl while I visited. I held Crystal's hand. Maybe if baby girl liked it, her momma would too. Like a lullaby. Maybe she would hear and wake up.

     Her friends and mom came often. They would talk to her. Many times several people were there together. Her mom would bring fresh flowers and visit with my mom. Some days they would take baby girl with them and give me a break. I really missed her and couldn't wait to see her again. "Come back to me, Crystal. Come back. We need you." No change in her status though. She remained in her coma.

     I would talk about the weather and tell her about the news a little. Always telling her to come back. I was writing a new song with the guys and I would practice while I was with her. It was about a spring day coming after the dark and cold that seemed to last forever. I held her hand and hoped that one day she would squeeze my hand in response.

     I decided at week 5 to put the baby closer to her. I layed her on Crystal's chest to let her feel her and smell her. "I brought her to visit you. I want her to know her momma. To remember her smell. Please come back. If not for me then for her." I cried.

     Rachel started reading her tabloid magazines to keep her up to date on what was going on in the celebrity world. She sometimes came with some of the other friends and they would catch up on gossip.

     The guys would come visit me. They wanted to be there for me and make sure I was ok. I was tired and had lost weight. I didn't have much of an appetite. One time we decided to practice some music while there. The room was filled with our voices. It sounded so upbeat and lively. I thought for sure that would work. Nothing. No change. Her still form just lying there. It broke my heart.

     Baby girl had started cooing so I felt as I talked to her she was answering me. "Tell momma hi. That's a girl. Daddy loves you, baby girl. Yes he does."

     After 8 weeks, the doctor didn't hold out much hope that Crystal would wake up. There had been no change. "You may want to prepare yourself that she may never wake up." The doctor said. It just couldn't be true. She had to wake up. How could fate be this cruel. I felt the tears run down my cheeks. The sorrow was overtaking me until I was sobbing. I held out my last shred of hope as I held her hand and whispered,"Crystal, you have to come back to me. I miss you so much. Our baby needs you. Please don't leave me alone. The doctor says the longer you stay in there, the less chance you come back." My heart was breaking.