Chapter Six
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Saphire's POV:
I don't remember driving to the hospital. All I remember is throwing myself through the corridors of the hospital in search of him only to come to a screeching halt infront of a large window where he lay unmoving whilst a doctor poked and prodded him. What had I done?
Seeing him there made me realize what I had to do. This wasn't worth my ego. I was going to give him exactly what he asked for.
I was going to teach him how to dance.
My thoughts were cut off by the doctor exiting his room.
"Excuse me. Please tell me. How is he?"
"Who are you"
"Sapphire...a uhm friend of Jordans"
"Did he by any chance call you fire?"
"Yes! Thats me! How is he? Is he okay?"
"I'm sorry. We cant be sure whether he'll be fully functioning until he wakes up but for now he is under observation. He has suffered severe cranial injuries from the impact. We wont be sure whether he has obtained brain damage and how much that has affected his recollection. He's scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning to deal with the internal bleeding, once that is fixed i reccomend praying that he wakes up. As of now his chances are slim but seeing as even whilst in that state he asked for you, it would be wise if you tried talking to him to get him to wake up incase he does recognize you." With those parting words the doctor left me standing alone in the corridor to contemplate what to do next.
How to tell his parents where he was and how it happened as well as let my parents know where I was and why. Just makes it worse that our parents are best friends. There goes my year of avoidance. Time to face the music.
I pull my phone out my back pocket and dreadfully go to the number I haven't dialed in ages. Mrs Morreti
At this point I'm lowkey wishing she doesnt pick up .
"Hello" Definitely not my day...
"Mrs Morreti?"
"Sapphire?"
"Ah yes..."
"Oh my word sweetheart! Where have you been all this time!? I thought you didnt even have my number anymore. How are you sweety? Where have you been all this time?" At this point i really had to cut off her questions.
" Sarah! It's important. I called to tell you that Jordan has been admitted into the hospital. I met up with him earlier on and sometime after i left he got into a car accident. I'm sorry..."
" I'm on my way" Thats Sarah Morreto for you. Always put together when the situation is dire.
That confrontation took way more energy than I thought it would so deciding to avoid telling my own parents for now i simply sent them a text saying I would be staying over at a friends house.
Completely exhausted from todays events I slid down the wall and waited for the Morretis to get here.
I took a couple minutes to myself before I decided that going to check on Jordan would be a good idea.
I walked into the ICU. The first thing I noticed was how pale he was. So different from the brightness that usually lighta up his face. Hooked up to so many machinea I could barely see him. I sat down in a chair next to him and took his hand as gently as I could.
I dont know what got into me next but everything that had happened in the past couple years came crashing down and I realized how much I really had missed him. Missed the times our families went on holiday together...missed him. I couldn't seem to stop the waves of tears that came crashing down after that.
"Jordan
I'm sorry...this is all my fault. If I had just stayed this would not have happened. How can I make it right!? Please. Wake up...for me...You said you love me right? Then you have to wake up. You have to! Otherwise I wont get the opportunity to tell you how I feel. I love you...and I hate that! But I cant explain it to you. You have to come back so I can show you. You are not worth losing. My walls are not worth your life. My misplaced hatred is not worth your life. Come back...please..."
The next thing that I heard other than my own tears and sniffles was the sound of an intense beep.
The heart monitor
It was rapidly declining
He was flat lining
I pressed the emergency button and shouted for a nurse.
I had no control over what happened next. He continued to flatline as nurses and doctors began flooded in pushing me out to bare witness in the process.
I stood outside the glass window watching them poke and prod at him with only one prayer in my head.
Please God save him.
Time
One would think its limitless until you are put into a possition where you begin to doubt your own existence. Only then do you realize that time is just like everything else in the world. Everything comes to an end...and time quicker than the rest.
Just when you think you have it all, just when you think you're doing the right thing, time shows you really who is in charge.
Watching him fight for his life made me realize how little time I had and I wasted it pretending I didn't care when the truth is that I do...more than I should.
But can you blame me?
At first the darkness becomes a drug...it becomes a lifestyle. That little box protected from the contamination that is the reality of life.
But who knew? Who knew the light could be just as addictingWho knew being happy could be just as addicting as being sad.
Maybe thats what depression is. An addiction...and the only way to get rid of one bad habbit is to gain a new good habbit.
With that in mind I made the decission to get a new habbit. Maybe instead of dancing to drown the pain, I would dance to the beat of happiness.
That was when I realized that teaching Jordan to dance....if he gets the chance...might just be the best decision of my life.
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