Imperfection
Chapter II Part
II
“Hello,” Dr. Graham
bluntly greeted me. I searched his face for any sign of emotion,
but found none. He made no eye contact, and he was clearly
reading something interesting on his clipboard. “I am Dr.
Graham, and I’m just going to take a look, and see how
you’re doing.” He continued,
with a noticeable amount of enthusiasm.
“He-” My voice broke, so
I cleared my throat. “Hello, Dr. Graham.” I said weakly. He looked up from his
clipboard, and mumbled something under his
breath.
“What’s wrong with
me?” I asked, not realizing how hoarse and weak I sounded.
Hearing it with my own ears made it sound like someone else, and
not me.
He just stared at me… as if
it was something I should know. “You just woke up from a
minor coma.” He began. His eyes darted
from the clipboard, then back to me. “You have a bruised
kidney, and you had a major concussion to the head, thus your
coma.”
I took it all in. Coma?
Concussion? Bruised kidney? It took every fiber of my being
not to cry.
“But, how did this
happen?” I asked with a shaky voice. The kind of
voice that makes your throat ache.
“A very serious car
crash.” He replied, almost
casually. “Apparently, an 18-wheeler totaled your small
Ford.”
My small ford? No. It was
Drew’s. “No. There was someone else in
the truck with me.” I almost yelled. I
bit down on my lip, an old habit of mine, to calm myself. The
doctor nodded, in agreement. I raised my eyebrow, growing
impatient for a response.
“Yes, we did, in fact find a
young man who was also in the car.” He
replied, after an almost too long pause.
“And… is he... is he
okay?” I could barely bring myself to say it. My heart was
pounding in my chest. It was almost so loud, I was sure Dr.
Graham, who had now moved from the doorway to my bedside, could
hear it.
The doctor looked down. This
wasn’t good. “He is still being held in the
hospital,” He began, rather slowly. He drew a deep breath,
before continuing. “Unfortunately, his chances of surviving
are on the slim side.”
His chances are surviving are on the
slim side. My
long, somewhat relieved breaths became short, quick breaths.
Tears that had welled up in my eyes began to roll down my
freckled cheeks. I couldn’t live without him. He was my
everything. He is my everything.
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_DearWitty_ · 1 decade ago
LOVE it!
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