PLEASE TELL NOAH ABOUT ME

Temporary Memory Lost

WE WERE ALL gathered outside the operating room, the tension thick and suffocating. Time seemed to crawl as we waited for any news about Noah. His parents rushed to the hospital as soon as I called them. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that Noah and I had fought before the accident. The guilt was already eating me alive—I couldn’t bear to add more weight to their grief.

Elaine, Noah’s so-called best friend, was also there. Just seeing her made my blood boil. I wanted so badly to slap her, to scream at her for what they did last night. Because of her… because of that kiss, Noah and I fought. And now… this happened.

But no matter how much I wanted to blame her, I couldn’t. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t entirely her fault. I clenched my fists and swallowed my anger, choosing silence over confrontation. Instead, I closed my eyes and prayed.

Please, God… just let Noah be okay.

Three hours later, the heavy doors of the operating room finally swung open.

We all stood up, our hearts pounding as the doctor approached us. His face was calm, but I couldn’t read his expression.

“It was a major concussion,” the doctor began, his tone steady but serious. “We managed to revive and stabilize him, but we’ll need to observe him closely over the next few days. Hopefully, he wakes up soon. We’ll transfer him to a private room where you can stay with him.”

Relief flooded the room, but my heart still felt heavy. Noah’s parents followed the doctor to discuss his condition in detail. I stayed behind, my mind swirling with fear and regret.

I overheard snippets of their conversation—words like stitches… severe damage… head trauma… Each phrase felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes. I turned away, gripping Noah’s shattered phone in my trembling hands.

It’s all my fault…

I ran to the bathroom, my sobs echoing off the cold tiled walls. I clutched Noah’s broken phone tighter, as if holding onto it could somehow bring him back to me. My body shook as the weight of everything crashed down on me.

Why didn’t I just listen to him? Why did I let my anger get the best of me?

My tears fell relentlessly, and I couldn’t stop the ache in my chest. I knelt on the cold floor, my lips trembling as I whispered broken prayers.

“Please, Lord… don’t take him away from me… Please…”

TWO WEEKS HAD PASSED, and Noah still hadn’t woken up.

Day and night, I stayed by his side. I didn’t think about work, sleep, or anything else. Nothing mattered—only him.

Every day, I wiped his body gently with a warm towel, taking care of him as if my love alone could bring him back. I talked to him endlessly, hoping that somehow, my voice would reach him beyond the darkness.

“Love, please wake up,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I ran my fingers through his hair. “I need you… I’m so sorry…”

Each passing day felt heavier, suffocating me in guilt. The silence in the room was deafening, a cruel reminder of my mistakes.

I held his hand tighter, my thumb tracing slow circles on his skin.

“If I had just listened to you…” my voice cracked as the words spilled out. “Maybe… maybe none of this would’ve happened.”

Tears streamed down my face as I pressed my forehead against his hand.

“Please, Noah… don’t leave me…”

My heart broke a little more each day, but I refused to give up. I refused to lose him.

Please, love… come back to me.