The Tattoos on Her Back

Can't Sleep Without You

(Zac's POV)

"I'm sorry sir.... but she is is in critical condition at this moment. I'm afraid you'll have to leave." He said with pitty in his eyes.

"Is she going to be ok doc?" I ask with tears welling up in my eyes.

"For now, yes. But she's gonna be here for a while. Go home, get some rest, and we'll call you if anything changes."

"Thanks doc."

I walk out of the hospital only to remember that I don't have a car with me. So I call a taxi.

When I finally get home, I just open the door and head straight to my bedroom. I don't even eat dinner.

I can't sleep either. He didn't say if she was gonna make it through the night. I hope she doesn't leave, she can't leave.

I manage to drift off at around 5 in the morning, lost in my thoughts.

I got up at around 7, and headed straight to the hospital. I race up to the second floor where she is supposed to be.

"Excuse me? Can you direct me to Rose? I don't know her last name." I ask a doctor passing me in the hallway.

"Ah. You mean the street fighter. Yes she is in room 268. Take this hallway all the way to the end, take a right, and it is right there." As he explained, his eyes never left his clipboard. My blood boiled at the fact that he didn't even have the decency to look me in the eyes. But that didn't matter at this moment.

I run down the hallway, take a right, and find the number 268 on a panel next to the door.

My heart races. What if she's not in here? What if she's already gone? I slowly open the door, and pray that she's in the bed.

"Rose?" I ask hesitantly, hoping to hear a response. 

No answer. I walk in.... Nobody in the bed. My head starts to spin. My heart races. She can't be gone.

I rush out of the room. 

"Excuse me miss, but do you know where Rose went? She was supposed to be in this room here." I ask a nurse.

"Ah. Yes. She was taken into surgery 2 hours ago sir. She should be in the recovery room. Here... " She scribbled something down on paper and handed it to me. "Take this to the front desk one the first floor, and they should be able to get you in the right direction." She gave me a small smile.

I run downstairs, and give the note to the people at the front desk.

"Follow me." A nurse said.

I followed her. Holding my breath the whole way there. We turned down a few hallways, and finally came to the recovery part of the hospital.

We walked pass a few curtains before she finally turned and yanked one open.

Rose. She was still passed out from the anesthesia.

"She just got out of surgery, so it'll be a few hours before she wakes up. When she does wake up, please notify us."

"Miss?" I catch her attention before she walked away, "Is she going to be ok?"

"She has two broken legs, and a collapsed lung, along with a minor head injury. Other than that she is fine. If she follows the doctors orders when she is allowed to leave the hospital, then she will be just like she used to be before the accident. Nothing to worry about." She smiled before closing the curtain again.

I look over at Rose. She has both her legs in casts, while her upper body was wrapped in bandages. She looked peaceful when she slept. Although when she wakes up, she won't be so peaceful.

3 hours pass. Then I hear a groan of pain coma from her.

"Rose! Nurse! Nurse! She's awake!" I race over to her bedside and grab her hand.

"How are you feeling Rose?" She coughs and covers her mouth quickly.  I grab the pink bucket that rested on the table next to the bed. I help her lean forward, and she pukes in the bucket.

"Fine now that the anesthesia wore off." She leans back and closes her eyes.

Just then the nurse comes in.

"Good morning Rose. I assume that you have a headache right now, so I'm gonna have you eat this and take these pills when you finish eating." She hands Rose a tiny bowl of chicken noodle soup, and a little juice box. Then she put a small cup filled with pills in the table beside her.

Rose nodded her head. She looked so weak.

The nurse went out of the room to get the doctor.

"I know this isn't a really great time to ask, but are you still mad at me?"

She gives me a confused look.

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"From our conversation before the accident."

"We didn't have a conversation, I haven't spoken to you in days."

And with that one sentence, my heart shatters.