Beautifully Damned

twenty-seven: larmes sèches

                           flatline by justin bieber

Maxime.

I rushed into the ER, going after her stretcher. The room was filled with chaos, monitors and people laying in trauma beds.  The paparazzi was outside, flashing pictures and asking questions. Imogen was rushed into a trauma room. I tried going in there but the nurses wouldn't let me in.

I'd seen her laying there, in and out, her eyes met mine through the glass of the door. She fell unconscious again and I heard the monitors spike and the doctors started yelling. Shortly after the door opened and they brought her out, one doctor bagging her with oxygen.

"Sir we have to take her up to surgery, is this your wife? We need a signature" One doctor said

"No, she's my girlfriend. Look—just operate on her" I demanded

They rushed through the doors and I stood there, with my hands on my head. Too much was going on, and the last time I was in a hospital it didn't end well. I checked the time and I had been pacing around for a couple hours. Yasmin called, trying to come but she was too drunk to function so I told her to come tomorrow.

I took a seat in the waiting area, holding my head in my hands. I thought to myself, this is why I don't let my guard down. I was damn near having a heart attack over a woman? But it wasn't just any woman it was her. A doctor came from the double doors, with his scrub cap in his hand. I stood up, my feet trembling.

I looked him in the eye, for signs of empathy, "Her surgery had some complications. There were some clots but we were able to completely remove them. She's being moved up to the ICU, we'll monitor her closely because her condition is critical right now" He said

"When can I see her?" I asked

"I'll take you to her now, Mr. Prince" He said

We went up to the intensive care floor, arriving to her room. I took a look at her, she was intubated and had tubes coming out of her. The doctor closed the door and walked away. I took a seat next to her, stroking her hair. A single tear fell from my eye.

I kissed her hand, "I'm here"

She rested gracefully, I watched her monitors. A wave of guilt washed over me, seeing as I left her on that dance floor. What if she doesn't make it through? I'll never forgive myself. God I hate hospitals.
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It had neared a week of her being in the hospital and she still hadn't woken up. They moved her up to a private room, per my request. I was there almost everyday, Yasmin would come too. I'd grown a little stubble and my eyes were dark.

The doctor walked out and a knock followed, "Hey, how is she today?" Yasmin asked

"The same" I looked at her monitors

"God, why isn't she awake? It's been almost a week" She said sitting on the hospital bed

"The doctors don't know, they say her body needs time to adjust and rebuild their white blood count or something like that" I said

She held Imogen's hand, looking from her monitors back to her, "I miss you" she said

Her phone rang, and she looked at me before looking back at it.

"It's her parents. Again" She said

"She needs time" I said

"They're her parents idiot, we can't keep ignoring. After all the incident is all over the news" She said

"Come over here" I said going to a window

"Look, I haven't even met them, what're they gonna think when I explain to them that the reason she got stabbed is because she walked home drunk and I was nowhere in sight. I let their daughter get stabbed, I put her in this bed" I said

"Dude, you really have to stop doing this to yourself. It's not time for the blame game, and it wasn't your fault. She knows that and I know that" She started

I looked at Imogen, resting in bed, "I'm going to call them back" She said putting her phone on her ear

I nodded as she walked away, I stared out the window. Looking at my phone to see many missed calls by my mother and Louise. I wasn't in the right headspace to answer any of their calls.

What if she didn't wake up? What if she resents me when she wakes up? The doctor suggested that if this prolonged that we'd have to "prepare ourselves", I almost killed the guy for suggesting that. This is why I don't do relationships, why I don't open up. But she's under my skin, what else can I do.

Yasmin walked back in, Antoinette following behind her with a fruit basket. There was this horrid look on her face, "What is it?" I asked

"Her parents are here, and they're coming to the hospital tonight" She said

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed

"Keep your voice down" Antoinette said

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do" Yasmin started "Her parents are very welcoming, well almost always, so you need to go home and freshen up. Netty and I will stay here, and keep you updated" She concluded

"No I'm not leaving her, what the fuck kind of plan is that?" I furrowed my brows

"Maxime you've been here for a week, you smell like death, go home" She crossed her arms

My mouth parted before I quickly closed it, "You know you're lucky I'm fond of you folle" before I walked out
[Translation: Crazy]
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I had gone home, showered and trimmed my beard, I wore something casual. A dress shirt with slacks, paired with a belt. The whole time I was here I could only think of the memories, the place where I got to know her, to fall for her.

I raced back to the hospital, walking in to see Antoinette painting her nails and Yasmin giving her a facial, I raised my brow before closing the door behind me

"What, just because she's comatose doesn't mean she has to look dead" Yasmin said

Her phone dinged and she picked it up, looking like she'd seen a ghost

"Babe?" Antoinette said

"They're on their way here, like at least 15 minutes away" She said

I put my hands in my pocket before going to the window, "Quest-ce que tu m'as fait chérie?" I whispered
[Translation: What did you do to me darling]

Yasmin gasped, drawing my attention. "Gen?" She screamed

I turned around, Immediately meeting her gaze. My heart skipped a beat as she spoke, she cleared her throat

"Who are you?"
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Double update bc I'm TRIPLE sorry

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