《Rejected By My Mate And Family [Completed]》Coma (E)
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"Uhm...he's...in-" "Dammit Marco just answer the damn question!" I yell my eyes stinging from the unshed tears
"He's in a coma, he's been in one for the last week. They said that the bullet missed his heart by a millimeter, they're not sure when he'll wake up or if he'll wake up. He was very lucky to survive, he lost a lot of blood but he's good" Nicky finishes.
I look at them and start to laugh, they all look at me worried "you're joking, I'ma go home and he'll be there. Right? I'll forgive him, we'll celebrate and live happily ever after with 3 little pups" I say smiling.
Nicky comes close to me and pulls me into a hug, I feel something wet on my hair, looking back up to the guys. They all hold the same face, sympathy.
I let out a sob, tears fall down my cheeks, Nicky hugs me again and I cry into her chest.
"I'm sorry Lili" she says in my hair.
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I cried the whole night, I refused to eat anything or talk.
Doctors and nurses have tried to make me eat but have failed miserably.
It's 3 in the morning and a nurse is checking me.
"Can I please go see Luca?" I ask for the millionth time
"I'm sorry. You can't go at this time, you're supposed to be sleeping" he says checking my blood pressure.
"I'll do anything, I just wanna see him" I beg tears falling down my cheeks.
he looks at me and leaves the room, I pull the blankets up silently crying.
5 minutes later the same nurse comes in holding a bowl of soup.
"Finish this and you can go see Luca" he says placing it on the tray in front of me.
I look down on the vomit green soup, my stomach riles up and on an empty stomach it can still bring up food.
The nurse see my face and fetches a basket as quick as possible.
I grab it and let all the food I've eaten from the last time I ate come back up.
After some while, I stop vomiting and he hands me a water bottle.
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I rinse my mouth twice and hand him the basket.
"I'll give you the pills after you eat. Just 5 spoons then you can go" he says leaving the room.
I look down at the soup, I feel my stomach rumble as I scoop some soup.
I bring it up to my mouth, placing it in my mouth, I have the urge to vomit it out but keep it in.
This is for you Luca, you better wake up
The next few bites were far much easier. I managed to finish it all.
After 10 the nurse comes back in with a wheelchair.
"How do that I didn't flush it down the toilet?" I ask as she pushes me down the hall.
"If you did the monitor would've gone crazy, you need to enter a code when taking it out incase if kidnapping and all. So if you took it out I would've heard it" she says.
After a turns he stops at a door and opens it for me.
He helps me in and leaves.
Looking at Luca, his face is pale. His eyes covering the beautiful brown eyes that shone everyday.
My eyes begin to water and threatened to spill.
"Hey... I heard that when people are in Comas they can hear the outside world.
Maybe you don't wanna talk to me maybe you do. But you don't have a choice do you? If you want me to stop then you'll have to wake up and stop me" I let out a humourless laugh.
"I remember the first I saw you, I was playing in the yard with my dolls alongside Marco. We were playing the Princess and the dragon.
Marco wanted to be the Prince that saves me but you pushed him outta the way to get to Ken first. We played for hours and hours till the sun came down.
From that day we'd do everything together. When I wanted to play you'd come with, if any boy from the pack would want to be the Prince you'd deny them of that from the get go.
I always thought it was because Marco wanted you to protect me since he wasn't always there.
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I always saw you as my knight in shining armor.
Like second grade. You and Marco where playing soccer, I was at the swings with my baby doll.
A boy in third grade pushed me off, ripped off my baby dolls head and pulled on my pigtails.
I came running to Marco, crying as he comforted me. The next day I heard that you got suspended for breaking a boy's leg.
You got into trouble but you did it for me. From then I knew I could trust you." A tear rolled down my face with a smile.
I grab a hold of his hand and lie my head on the bed. Sleep in my system, I fall asleep with the beeps as my lullaby.
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It's been a 3 weeks and 3 days 15 hours 25 minutes 3 seconds. Luca is still asleep.
I've lost and gained. Cried and laughed.
I'm currently in a blanket watching his favorite movie Snow white and the huntsman.
I know it's girly or whatever but he always dreamt of being someone's prince charming and the huntsman seems like Cinderella's Prince charming after waking her up with a kiss.
He'd always do that every morning to make sure I'd wake up, it worked everytime.
I hear my phone ring and take it out. Nicky's name pops up with a picture of her in green hair.
"Hey" I say.
"Get ready we are going shopping" I sigh not wanting to
"But Nicky. Luca is still in a coma this isn't time for unnecessary shopping" I state.
"Is your birthday unnecessary?"
"Yeah it's unne- wait did you just say birthday? But my birthday is on the 15th of August not today" I say confused.
"Lili you've been cooped up in that hospital room for the last month you even forgot your birthday. Plus you need sometime alone, I'm sure Luca would want you to celebrate" she says
"I'm still not coming" I sate making my voice firm
"Well too late. I'm already here" she says.
Looking up I see Nicky by the door holding up her keys.
"Well too bad since I'm not going" I say sitting myself on the chair next to Luca's bed.
"I had a feeling you'd do this." She says whistling after.
I look at her confused.
Marco and Roman come in dressed in matching clothes.
"Oh no, what are you doing?" I ask clutching onto the bed.
"You get legs I'll get the arms" Roman says.
I get off my chair and back away into a corner.
"No no no no no no. Last time you two carried me I rolled down a hill and broke my arm" I say.
They all chuckle.
"It was both arms and a leg" Marco corrects as Roman grabs me by my waist.
"Yeah and you expect me to trust you?!" I yell punching on the chest.
Marco grabs my arms and Roman let's go of my waist then picking up my feet.
I begin to struggle.
"To think you can handle other men but you can't handle your brothers" Nicky laughs as the two drag me outside.
" Marco Luco Los Poderoso. Roman Dante Giovanni. Nicky Ashanté Giovanni. I will get you back for this!" I yell.
People give us weird looks, as we walk through. Nicky and the guys just laugh while I'm there standing well hanging or whatever looking like an idiot.
We get outside to Nicky's car.
"OK one...two...thr-" "HOLD THE CHICKEN UP!" I stop them
"If you look at the door, it's too small to get me inside will hanging like this!" I yell.
They literally were swinging me getting ready to throw me in the car like this.
"Fine, partypooper" Roman says.
He puts down my feet and Marco drags me in the car locking it.
Roman gets in the front while Marco goes to his car.
"This is for hauling me outside and making me look like an idiot" I say as Nicky begins to drive.
I place my hand on his neck/ shoulder and press on it.
After a second his head falls down passed out.
A victory smile plays on my face.
"Never gets old" I say and lean back into my seat
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