if he crumbles, I crumble. I take a deep, shaky breath and pull back.
“We have to believe he will be ok,” I say, “If we don’t, then he will have no one to fight for him.”
“Ryder?”
We turn to see Janelle, she is dabbing her face with a tissue.
“I just heard, is he…ok?”
Ryder shakes his head, “No, he isn’t ok.”
She nods and swallows back a sob. For the first time I feel a little bad for her, I know she cares about Nate, I know he is the Father of her daughter and she needs him.
“May I wait with you?” s he asks, her eyes falling on me.
I nod weakly, what is the point in hating at a time like this? There is none, she is hurting too and we should all stick together. We all walk back inside, and the nurses hand us all towels for our wet, soaked clothes. My Mother rushes over and takes my shoulders; she swipes a lone tear from my cheek and hugs me close.
“Oh my baby, it’ s going to be ok.”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Mom, Dad, Mark – this is Ryder, my boyfriend.”
My parents take in Ryder, and I see my Mother flush. They all shake hands and introduce themselves.
“I know it’s not a great time to say it,” My Mother begins, “but I am so grateful to you for finding us.”
Ryder nods, his voice is hoarse, “It was no problem at all, I would do anything for Maya.”
Shrill alarms sound out, causing me to jump.
“Code blue, code blue!” someone yells, “Get a crash cart.”
I watch nurses and doctors run into a room down the hall; Ryder makes a pained sound, a sound so heart wrenching it rips through me.
“Nate,” h e cries, running towards the room.
Nate is in that room? My heart falls to the floor. I crumble, my knees give out and I drop onto the cold tiles. Mark wraps an arm around me and holds me close. Janelle wails and rushes out.
“What is happening?” I can hear Ryder yelling.
“Please Sir, you can’t be in here.”
My world goes hazy and I cup my face in my hands, please God, please don’t let him die. Please.
~*~*~*~*
Five days pass, and Nate remains in a coma. I can’t bear to look at him most days, it rips my heart out. Guilt swarms me, how can I look at him when it is partly my fault he went away in the first place. He is so battered and bruised; I don’t know how he survived. His face is cut, swollen and I no longer recognize him. Trey is devastated, spending every spare minute by Nate’s side. I visit twice a day, and each time nothing changes.
“How are you feeling today?” Sandy asks, as we si t down for breakfast on day six.
“I feel awful.”
I have been throwing up for three days now, and it isn’t subsiding. I figure it is because of the stress, but it seems to be getting worse.
“You are still sick? Maya…have you considered that you might be pregnant.”
My heart stops. Pregnant? No, I don’t think so.
“I don’t think so, I am protected.”
“That isn’t always fool proof.”
“I don’t…”
“You have been sick now for over three days, it’s only in the morning. When was your last period?”
“I don’t…i t was before we went to Miami.”
“Go to a doctor, I urge you.”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Ok, I will go,” I say, “I promise.”
She nods, “How’ s Ryder?”
“Devastated, ”
“I bet he is , Nate is his life line.”
“ He blames himself, and it’s killing him. God Sandy, if he dies…”
I feel my throat swell again.
“Hey,” she says, putting her hand over mine, “He isn’t going to die.”
“You can’t know that.”
“No, but I have to believe it and so do you.”
I nod, swallowing.
“I should make an appointment with the doctor.”
She nods, “That is a good idea.”
“How bad would it be if I was pregnant right now?” I say, putting my head in my hands.
“Hey,” Sandy says, touching my cheek, “Maybe it’s the little bit of light Ryder needs.”
“I don’t know how he would take it right now, I truly don’t.”
“Ryder will support you.”
“This is
“We have to believe he will be ok,” I say, “If we don’t, then he will have no one to fight for him.”
“Ryder?”
We turn to see Janelle, she is dabbing her face with a tissue.
“I just heard, is he…ok?”
Ryder shakes his head, “No, he isn’t ok.”
She nods and swallows back a sob. For the first time I feel a little bad for her, I know she cares about Nate, I know he is the Father of her daughter and she needs him.
“May I wait with you?” s he asks, her eyes falling on me.
I nod weakly, what is the point in hating at a time like this? There is none, she is hurting too and we should all stick together. We all walk back inside, and the nurses hand us all towels for our wet, soaked clothes. My Mother rushes over and takes my shoulders; she swipes a lone tear from my cheek and hugs me close.
“Oh my baby, it’ s going to be ok.”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Mom, Dad, Mark – this is Ryder, my boyfriend.”
My parents take in Ryder, and I see my Mother flush. They all shake hands and introduce themselves.
“I know it’s not a great time to say it,” My Mother begins, “but I am so grateful to you for finding us.”
Ryder nods, his voice is hoarse, “It was no problem at all, I would do anything for Maya.”
Shrill alarms sound out, causing me to jump.
“Code blue, code blue!” someone yells, “Get a crash cart.”
I watch nurses and doctors run into a room down the hall; Ryder makes a pained sound, a sound so heart wrenching it rips through me.
“Nate,” h e cries, running towards the room.
Nate is in that room? My heart falls to the floor. I crumble, my knees give out and I drop onto the cold tiles. Mark wraps an arm around me and holds me close. Janelle wails and rushes out.
“What is happening?” I can hear Ryder yelling.
“Please Sir, you can’t be in here.”
My world goes hazy and I cup my face in my hands, please God, please don’t let him die. Please.
~*~*~*~*
Five days pass, and Nate remains in a coma. I can’t bear to look at him most days, it rips my heart out. Guilt swarms me, how can I look at him when it is partly my fault he went away in the first place. He is so battered and bruised; I don’t know how he survived. His face is cut, swollen and I no longer recognize him. Trey is devastated, spending every spare minute by Nate’s side. I visit twice a day, and each time nothing changes.
“How are you feeling today?” Sandy asks, as we si t down for breakfast on day six.
“I feel awful.”
I have been throwing up for three days now, and it isn’t subsiding. I figure it is because of the stress, but it seems to be getting worse.
“You are still sick? Maya…have you considered that you might be pregnant.”
My heart stops. Pregnant? No, I don’t think so.
“I don’t think so, I am protected.”
“That isn’t always fool proof.”
“I don’t…”
“You have been sick now for over three days, it’s only in the morning. When was your last period?”
“I don’t…i t was before we went to Miami.”
“Go to a doctor, I urge you.”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Ok, I will go,” I say, “I promise.”
She nods, “How’ s Ryder?”
“Devastated, ”
“I bet he is , Nate is his life line.”
“ He blames himself, and it’s killing him. God Sandy, if he dies…”
I feel my throat swell again.
“Hey,” she says, putting her hand over mine, “He isn’t going to die.”
“You can’t know that.”
“No, but I have to believe it and so do you.”
I nod, swallowing.
“I should make an appointment with the doctor.”
She nods, “That is a good idea.”
“How bad would it be if I was pregnant right now?” I say, putting my head in my hands.
“Hey,” Sandy says, touching my cheek, “Maybe it’s the little bit of light Ryder needs.”
“I don’t know how he would take it right now, I truly don’t.”
“Ryder will support you.”
“This is
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