Holding On.
.♥chapter 3.
I was walking down the
long, boring, white hallway to the cafeteria the
following morning.
I grabbed a tray, and placed orange juice on it.
Then I found a mini box of frootloops and some
milk. I grabbed a plastic spoon.
There were alot more people in the hospital than
you would think. There were people all the way
from pregnant women, to cancer patients. I
wasn't sure where to sit, so I sat alone at a
table.
I didn't even care I was alone.
I just wanted to rewind time.
I wanted Declan to be okay, and I wanted to be
home, safe.
A tall doctor with black hair walked over to me.
I recognized him as Dr. Dee. My doctor.
"Good morning, Miss. Noel." He greeted
me.
"Good morning, Doctor." I smiled, but
it wasn't real.
He took a seat next to me, making a relieved
grunt.
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine." I lied. I couldn't have
been worse.
"What about your neck?"
"Irritated."
"That sounds about right. You'll
probably have the brace off in the next 3 days.
What's today..." he took out his
blackberry and checked, "Ah, tuesday.
We'll have you out of here by friday, you can
do whatever you like, or whatever it is 16 year
olds do on friday nights." He chuckled at
himself.
I smiled to be polite. I didn't want to wait
until friday.
"Alright. So, do you have any news on
Declan?"I hesitated to ask, but I needed to
know.
"Oh yes, your friend. He is doing much
better than yesterday, but he doesn't seem to
remember anything. His heartbeat is still slow
and unsteady. We'll see as the time goes
on."
"Do you think I could visit him?"
"Come with me." He stood up next to me
and waved his hand toward him.
I followed him to the elevators and up down to
the first floor where the inensive care unit
was.
We went down a long hallway toward a much larger
room than mine. This room didn't have a
curtain, but it had a small glass window, and
wooden door to enter.
I took a deep breath as the door swung open.
There he was.
Declan was sleeping peacefully.
His heartbeat was slow, but it was there.
You could tell her was having trouble breathing
even with the mask.
His face was cut. He had a cast-like material
going around his back and torso. One of his legs
was broken, and he had a deep cut on his
left arm.
I walked over slowly to where he laid and
smiled.
I didn't want to think about the future, or
what would happen to him next. I just lived in
the moment and moved my hand towards his.
I intertwined my fingers with his, and heard the
steady beating of his heart speed up.
okay, i'll write more tomorrow. lemme know
what you think.
