Invisible
Chapter Eleven
*Jack's POV*
-2 months, 27 days and 8 hours after Emma went into coma-
I stared down at the very worn paper that I had already memorized. Tears pricked in the corner of my eyes once again. I don't think I'd be able to handle it if Emma never woke up.
I want you to be happy.
How could I be happy without her? Did she not realize how much I cared about her.
...forget about me.
I can't forget about you Emma! I thought angrily. I stood up and paced again. I haven't left this hospital for 2 months, 27 days and 8 hours. I wasn't going to leave Emma. If, no, when she wakes up, I wanted to be the first to know. I was all she had left.
I continued to pace around the room, tugging at my hair. I probably smelled horrific. I haven't even showered. I couldn't leave Emma. I had gotten to change clothes because Alex had brought me some. He was really worried about me. Obviously he was worried about Emma too, but he wasn't as close to her. He wasn't tearing himself apart. over the situation.
I looked at Emma, looking so small and weak in that hospital bed. Alternate reality, I repeated to myself. Surely she remembers me though? Even in a different reality? I meant something to her as well, right? I hoped I did.
I jumped when another nurse walked into the room. I turned to her, expecting news. She looked at me. Her eyes looked sad.
That wasn't a good sign.
"Mr. Barakat?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes, what? What news do you have? Anything? Please tell me you have something!" All this strung out of my mouth in quick succession. The nurse looked mortified. I probably looked crazy.
Maybe I am crazy.
"Well, um, Mr. Barakat, there hasn't been much difference to her brain patterns.." she started.
I let out an exasperated sigh and fell back into the chair I have spent a good part of the last 2 months, 27 days and 8 hours of my life.
"But like we said earlier, something needs to trigger her into remembering. Now, it is very unlikely that outside occurrences will make their way into her mind, but.. It's worth a try."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We want you to try talking to her, Mr. Barakat."
-2 months, 27 days and 8 hours after Emma went into coma-
I stared down at the very worn paper that I had already memorized. Tears pricked in the corner of my eyes once again. I don't think I'd be able to handle it if Emma never woke up.
I want you to be happy.
How could I be happy without her? Did she not realize how much I cared about her.
...forget about me.
I can't forget about you Emma! I thought angrily. I stood up and paced again. I haven't left this hospital for 2 months, 27 days and 8 hours. I wasn't going to leave Emma. If, no, when she wakes up, I wanted to be the first to know. I was all she had left.
I continued to pace around the room, tugging at my hair. I probably smelled horrific. I haven't even showered. I couldn't leave Emma. I had gotten to change clothes because Alex had brought me some. He was really worried about me. Obviously he was worried about Emma too, but he wasn't as close to her. He wasn't tearing himself apart. over the situation.
I looked at Emma, looking so small and weak in that hospital bed. Alternate reality, I repeated to myself. Surely she remembers me though? Even in a different reality? I meant something to her as well, right? I hoped I did.
I jumped when another nurse walked into the room. I turned to her, expecting news. She looked at me. Her eyes looked sad.
That wasn't a good sign.
"Mr. Barakat?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes, what? What news do you have? Anything? Please tell me you have something!" All this strung out of my mouth in quick succession. The nurse looked mortified. I probably looked crazy.
Maybe I am crazy.
"Well, um, Mr. Barakat, there hasn't been much difference to her brain patterns.." she started.
I let out an exasperated sigh and fell back into the chair I have spent a good part of the last 2 months, 27 days and 8 hours of my life.
"But like we said earlier, something needs to trigger her into remembering. Now, it is very unlikely that outside occurrences will make their way into her mind, but.. It's worth a try."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We want you to try talking to her, Mr. Barakat."
Notes
Fluff, fluff, fluffity fluff. With a teeny bit of info at the end hahah. Don't worry, I'll update again today.
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@Jagk Skellington
Aw, well staying clean is hard to do, & I'm still proud of you even if it's only four days! If you were strong enough to last that long, then you could do it again c: & It's okay, I like what you've started so far on the sequel! <3
9/28/14