Anything can happen

26) Fragile

I haven't updated in a while, but I thought I probably shouldn't leave you all on a cliffhanger, so here you go.

I paced up and down my bedroom, keeping a watchful eye on my window. Waiting. Waiting. Wating. I was waiting for Jack to come back from the hospital and pick me up. Matthews brother, Jack didn't seem like he cared much, whenever I went round Matthews house he totally ignored me. But I saw him last night in the hospital, he looked distraught with worry. Matthews parents had stayed overnight next to him, and they wouldn't let me because I wasn't family. It was becoming too much, I loved him more than anyone could, ever. It reduced me to more than tears when I was turned away by doctors, I just wanted to see him. But after I left him there last night, still looking fresh, beautiful and perfectly fine... I wasn't sure I wanted to see him 24 hours later. 

I heard a roar from an engine outside and I immediately rushed downstairs and ran outside. Jack parked up his fathers car and briskly walked up to me, he was wearing the same clothes I saw him in yesterday, only he had added a leather jacket. He smelt a little less than pleasant. I didn't care, I embraced him like I had never hugged before, releasing my sobs into his black shirt. He waved his hands over my head and pulled me away, urging me to get into the car. I trailed over and climbed in, lifelessly. Jack went inside for five minutes, I guess he was explaining a few things to my parents. I looked up to see the car mirror above me was pulled down, my reflection made me feel sick. I still had the remnants of my New Years party makeup, travelling down my face through the rivers of tears that were carrying the makeup rapidly. My hair was tangled and frizzy, pulled of my face in an attempt to look like I had got ready today, when really I had pulled it back within a matter of seconds. I was wearing Matthews old t-shirt he left in London, I had never returned it to him, only kept it in an old box. I thought about throwing it before we left for Canada, but now I'm glad I still have it. My jeans were ripped and didn't really fit me. It sounded silly as it hadn't even been 24 hours but I felt thinner. I hadn't eaten and had thrown up atleast 3 times from my hyperventilating and crying over my poor boyfriend. Jack came jogging towards the car and smoothly climbed in to the drivers seat, before he had even closed his door he was zooming off in the hospitals direction. 

I stared aimlessly out of the car, we didn't speak, we knew what eachother were thinking, hoping and praying that he would be just fine, that we would get to the hospital and Matthew would be walking out of there laughing and smiling, in no pain at all. The unfamiliar surroundings I was staring at began to look familiar, and I knew we were close to the hospital. We pulled up into the largest car park, me and Jack took one look at each other and ran. We ran so fast we could no longer breath, we both wanted to see him. Jack took my hand so we would not be separated as we flung ourselves down the dozens of similar looking halls. We finally came to the 'Young Adult' ward. The receptionist guided us to Matthews room, even she looked full of gloom, I immediately knew it wouldn't be good news. The doctor welcomed us into the room, I walked in cautiously, facing away from the bed. I couldn't bring myself to see Matthew lying there, helpless. I stood there, facing the wall. Scanning my eyes over the multiple posters placed around the room. I glanced into the window and immediately regretted it, Matthews limp, lifeless body reflected off the window and hit me like a tonne of bricks. I sharply turned around and I was faced with his family crying, screaming and I immediately felt their pain. Matthews eyes were closed, he looked peaceful there. But his cheeks were gaunt, his body looked frail and his head was bandaged. I tried to ignore the tubes running up and down his body, snaking around his arms and chest. 

The doctor I had met yesterday came in, he greeted us with a smile, but didn't look too happy, he looked worried. He was holding a clipboard, he walked over to the bed and checked the machinery that also surrounded Matthew. Without thinking, I looked up to the doctor and said 'what is it, just tell us'. I knew this may come across rude, but I needed to know if my perfect boyfriend was going to be okay. He turned around and pulled out a chair that was under a nearby desk. Everyone was sat down, either on chairs or the floor, staring up at the tall, broad doctor. But out of everyone's corners of their eyes, they were staring at Matthew. The doctor sighed and put his head down.

'Okay, so as you know your son, boyfriend, brother, is in a coma. We know the full extent to his type of coma now. He has sustained a very large head injury, where he hit his head with such a velocity. Thankfully, if he wakes up everything will be in order. It's a very big contrast, he either wakes and is perfectly fine, or he wont, erm, wake up. But everything seems to be in order, his heart rate is good and he is breathing by himself, he should be awake within a week or so.' Said the doctor.

I cringed when the doctor said 'if he wakes up' He was going to. I knew he would. But even the thought of losing my Matthew drove me to tears. I sobbed and sobbed, hugging his family members. The night quickly went by through tears and kisses, I had school the next day so I knew I had to go home at a reasonable time. I kissed Matthews forehead goodbye, hoping it wouldn't be the last. I said goodbye to his family members, especially his mother, who was distraught. I made my way into the hospital car park to wait for my dad to pick me up. Once I was in the car I didn't speak, my dad didn't even try to ask me how Matthew was, he knew I was in such a fragile state. I sat in the car, clutching my beautiful charm bracelet, whispering under my breath 'he'll be okay, he'll be okay.'