~Billy's POV~
I arrive at the hospital and rush to Emily's room. I see her mother holding her hand and crying. I knock softly on the door and she lifts her head up. She stands up and gives me a hug. She cries into my shirt and I let her. She's bony and thin. She isn't doing much better than her daughter.
"I don't know what happened Billy. One minute she's recovering the next minute she's dying."
"Mrs. Trop this isn't your fault. You just need to relax."
We sit down and I try to cheer her up. The doctor comes in 10 minutes later with bad news.
"I'm sorry to say this, but Emily here is in a coma. And there's little chance that she will wake up. There was just to much head trauma from her concussion and from falling on the floor. I'm very sorry."
After being calm about my girlfriend dying, I finally snapped.
"What. You mean, you can't do anything to wake her up? My fucking girlfriend that I loved for 7 years is basically screwed because you can't do a shit about it?! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Sir, I'm sorry. We'll try our best but just will be a waste of time."
"Is there or is there not a chance of her waking up?"
"There's a slight chance but it's very small."
"Make it bigger."
"It doesn't work like that."
"MAKE IT FUCKING BIGGER YOU ASSHOLE!" I'm crying now and I rarely cry.
"I'll try my best sir."
He almost sprints out of the room, terrified of me. Mrs. Trop leaves the room so I can have some privacy. I hold on to Emily's hand and take her mothers place. I cry and hold her, the steady beep of her heart keeping me sane.
"Emily, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." I whisper. Hours later, my mom calls me home. I go home, eat dinner, and go to bed. I have trouble sleeping so I start crying. Eventually darkness takes me away to sleepville.
The next morning is a horrible day. I have school and it's a Monday. I can't see Emily and she's dying. I begged my mom to give me a pass but she said no. So I trudge to my car and drive to school. I go in and sulk through the hallway. No one ever sees me upset so everyone's pointing and whispering. My friends are at my locker but they are walking away. Emily's friends are there waiting, looking pretty upset.
"Where's Emily meathead?"
"The hospital." I can't lie to them. They'll kill me.
"What?! What happened?"
"She had a concussion."
"And she told you and not us!"
"She couldn't tell you. Her mom told me."
"Why couldn't she tell you or us?"
"Because...because....um."
"You'd better not be lying!"
"She's in a coma okay! And she might not wake up. They're giving her a week then they're pulling the plug. She had a minuscule chance of ever waking up even if the don't pull the plug. She's as good as dead!"
I shout and everyone in the hallway stares at me.
"What are all you retards staring at!? Haven't you ever seen a concerned boyfriend before or are all of your boyfriends dicks?!"
They turn away and so do I. I punch my locker and wipe tears from my eyes. Bethany and Becky are crying and hugging each other. Brett comes up and comforts his girlfriend. I lean against my locker with red eyes as the late bell rings. I stand up and walk away. Bethany calls out to me.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm already late. I'm skipping. I'm going to see Emily."
"We're coming too."
"Fine."
They all follow me into my car and I drive to the hospital. I run up to Emily's room and her friend have a hard time keeping up with me.
"There she is." Her brother has now joined his mother in crying. I frown because I never knew he cared so much. I knock on the door and he looks up. He sees all of us and motions for us to come in. We enter silently and I go to Emily's side. I hold her hand and kiss her forehead.
"I'm here for you. I'm never leaving your side." I whisper into her ear, as if she could hear me.
We spend the whole day there and I'm the last to leave. I kiss her hand one last time before I get up to leave. I get home and my mom is furious.
"Your teachers called and said you weren't here today. Do you know how worried I was?! And all to see that pathetic girlfriend of yours."
"She is not pathetic! I love her with all my heart and I'll never stop loving her! Why can't you understand that!"
"You're grounded. You aren't going to school, the hospital, hanging out with your friends. You're staying here. I'll have your teachers send all your homework here for you to do."
"How long am I grounded for?!"
"All week. Until your girlfriend is dead. You can see her as they pull that plug."
"No!"
"Yes. Go to bed."
"I hate you!" I run upstairs and scream into my pillow. Looks like I'm stuck here for a whole week.