I could hear Julie's i-pod blasting.
"If I fall. If I fall..... Down." We all were here. Storm, Drew, Ilissa, Julie, and me of course. We were the only people sitting in the off-white hospital room. No one really was here though. We were thinking mostly on things like, I should have been there, what could I have done. None of us could truly blame our self's. Not in our heart.
The guy's had been here since I phoned. My sister was here or not. No one, would go past the hard unaccustomed seats. Not even Storm would go up, to see her.
Rose. No one could take it. She was plastered with casts. One around her neck, another on her right arm. Bandages that were constantly being changed wrapped around her head, like white ducktap. Her legs were always under the cotton sheets of blue. Needles sticking here and there. Connecting to this and that. The only noise in the room other then Julie's i-pod would be the rapped beating of Rose's heart on that blasted monator. They had tired to slow it but all the medicine burned off.
I looked around, Storm was half asleep with 2 chairs pushed to together. He was wearing a grey hoodie ,a white shirt some jeans, and some flat black converse. Drew was some what close to the same thing. He was wearing, a leather jacket, white shirt, jeans, and hightop black converse. He was using the jacket as a pillow for his head. It was stuffed firmly behind his neck. He was starring up at the ceiling panels, the dim light barely sparkling on his lightly grey eyes.
I turned. I had changed since I first got here, 6 no 7 weeks ago. The TV hadn't been used once, nor had the couch which was less than 3 feet from the pasty yellow bed. No one wanted to be so close to Rose not even me. The feeling of despair and hoplessness, was to great. The hardest part was not knowing. Not knowing if that minute was her last. The doctors didn't even know. She was in a deep coma. They didn't even know if she'd ever wake up. I frowned, this was so all my fault.
"Ya know she might wake up tomorrow." Julie said smiling at me.
The silence echoed in the room. Drew and Storm, didn't think she would. Their hope was slipping and so was mine. How could the one person who didn't even stay every day be so happy, be so sure? I smiled at her lightly. I stretched out and settled into my chair. Then the Doctor Harrington, slipped into the room.
"Good and bad news. Good news she's going to wake from the coma." he was smiling. I always knew to ask for the bad first.
Drew beat me to it though and asked what the bad news was with a kinda sarcastic tone.
"Bad new's Rose may have some memory loss, which can be regained by images and so forth however, its not for certain how much of her memory was lost." he frowned lightly before smiling and walking out the door.
I looked at Julie who turned and looked at Drew and then we all turned to look at Storm. He was starring down and the ash colored floor tiles.
Suddenly I couldn't hold it. I raced to the bed and looked down tears running down my cheeks. My smile wider than ever. I could see her bruised up lips quivering in her sleep or coma that was soon to be over. I was so happy, so excited. I glanced up to see Storm on the other rail, stroking a small quiver of some of Rose's blond hair. I reached over and found her hand and just kept mine over it. Rose I thought please wake up.