Lost
SmudgesJohnny POV
While waiting, I was reminded of Lydia’s parents and I immediately rushed to the front desk, wondering if they knew of her predicament.
“I’m sorry, but have you informed her parents yet?”
The staff behind the desk looked at me with a baffled expression, his eyes darting left and right. He seemed to be having a debate with himself but finally, he turned to face me and his words caused my heart to stop beating.
“I’m sorry sir, but her parents died in the car crash, pronounced dead on the spot.”
I turned away silently, letting my hands slide from the counter. I shuffled my feet along the clean floor as I dragged my body across the hallway.
How do I tell her…? Will she even survive?
The red “OPERATION” light was still on even after 10 hours, a stark reminder that the fight for her life wasn’t over. I couldn’t get her bloodied face out of my mind, and I wonder if that’s the last view of her I will ever see.
Please, please let her survive…
As if the heavens have heard my prayer, the red light dimmed into nothing and the doctor walked out. I raced towards him, frantically asking if she was alright.
“We’ve managed to save her life, but she’s not out of danger yet. She suffered heavy blows to her head and she’s in a coma now. It might take her days to wake up, or perhaps week. We don’t know for sure, and now we can only wait and see. My deepest apologies, but we did our best for her.”
“Thank you. May I go and see her?”
“Unfortunately, no. She’s too weak to receive patients now and she will be in the ICU, unit 103. For now, you can view her through the glass.”
“Thank you, you’ve worked hard.”
I bowed to the doctor and his team trailed after him, their backs hunched. They must be tired, having worked through the night.
Racing up to the ICU units, I quickly located her room and the sight of her pained me. Gone was the feisty girl who would not hesitate to put me back in my place, and in her place lay a damaged, broken girl. Multiple tubes and needles were attached to her and her head was wrapped in bandages. If not for the shallow rise and fall of her chest or the lines of the monitor next to her moving up and
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