Not so perfect but is love enough? (SEQUAL) COMPLETED

Part 3 ~

I didn't know how long I sat there with my eyes closed. Just thinking of Livia made my stomach turn. Her beautiful beautiful face and personality. Her life gone because of me?... That thought alone knocked me sick. I couldn't imagine life without her. She was my life!
Maybe this was all a horrible nightmare. Maybe I would open my eyes and it would all be over. I wouldn't be sat in a hospital chair. I wouldn't be waiting to see her-

I opened my eyes slightly, squinting as white light peeked its way through.

It wasn't a nightmare. This was real. This was happening.

"Hey" a small voice startled me making me jump, my eyes opening widely. By the look on Jens face I could tell she worried about me. I didn't want to know what I looked like.
After she had left to get a drink I had cried. My eyes were blood shot and even though we hadn't been here longer than nine hours, I could tell I had bags under my eyes.

"Hi" I reply weakly, my voice cracking under the strain.

"I brought you a hot chocolate" she says sitting down, handing me the small polystyrene cup.

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it" she says, rubbing my arm soothingly.

And that's all we do. Sit there. So many families and friends from other patients had come and gone. Few barely remained. The room was slowly emptying, and despite there being at least thirty people in the room, the silence was deafening.

The only sound I could seem to make out, was the constant tapping of the keyboard, as the women at the front desk typed away.

"Excuse me sir," a man in his late thirties said, walking over to us. He was wearing a white coat.. "are you here for Livia McLaren?"

Just the mention of her name makes me jump up and begin to walk over to him. Like a natural reflex, "what's happened. Is she alright? Please tell me she's alright? Does she-"

"Sir, please" the man says calmly, holding his hand out in front of him in an attempt to stop me talking, "Livia is currently stable. We have her up in room 274, If you would like to follow me?" He says, before swiftly walking towards one of the elevators.

Jen is immediately at my side, a small smile on her face as we follow the doctor into the elevator. He presses a floor button before turning to us again, "I'm doctor Mason, and I've been attending to Livia since she was brought to us this morning."

The elevator doors open and he abruptly steps out, quickening his pace as he walks down the hall way. "However, as unprofessional as it sounds, we are sad to inform you that we don't yet know the extent of Livia's condition" he stops at a white door, but instead of opening it he points to a set of chairs lined up against the wall outside the room. Jen seems to get the drift and sits down immediately, but I stay standing.

"What is her current condition?" I ask nervously. I could start to feel a lump forming in my throat as I prepare for the worst.

"Well, a nurse will give you regular updates of her condition, but as for now all I can say is that she is, in some form, sleeping it off."

Wait what?

"She suffered a bad fall onboard the plane, causing a badly fractured leg and a couple of broken ribs. Her leg was close to breaking, but fortunately didn't due to the angle in which she fell. We have had to cast the leg which will stay on for four weeks. However the broken ribs were a different issue. We had to take her straight to theatre, as one of the bones had passed through part of her lung. When she arrived she was barely breathing-"

I could feel my own breathe hitch as he said that. How could I let this happen?

"Thankfully prep, and the operation both went according to plan. Her ribs are well on there way to recovery, along with her lung. We do have her strapped to a breathing machine for the time being though, just to ensure her safety."

Wait is that. Yes she was badly injured but she was alive, and well on her way to recovery. Turning around I smile at Jen, "she's ok, Jen you were right, she's going to be fine!" But something was wrong. Jen didn't look as convinced.

"Doctor, what did you mean by we don't know the extent of Livia's condition?" She asks quietly.

He sighs, "she.. She faced yet another injury onboard the plane" he said taking a seat next to Jen, as I began to pace. "According to witnesses and police investigation, Livia seemed to be in a middle of a heroic action. From what I've heard she tried to help a small child, despite many people advising her to ensure her own safety before the safety of others. While she was in the middle of this, it's believed that the engine of the plane broke off, causing the plane to drop suddenly. Bags and part of the hand luggage shelf collapsed onto Livia, hence causing the broken ribs and fractured leg. We believed that was it until the middle of prep." He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

I stopped pacing, turning around to face him, "what do you mean?" I barely whispered. What else could possibly happen to my beautiful Livia.

He looked up at me, "I'm so sorry we didn't realise it sooner. But- well it seems that when she fell, she received a blow to the head. When she was being brought to us in in the ambulance, everybody was so focused on her breathing. During the journey Livia passed out, or another way to put it, fell asleep"

I heared Jen gasp as she put her head into her hands and started crying. What had happened. I didn't understand.

"We thought it was a side effect to the amount of medication she was on, but if it was, we fear she might of woken up by now."

"I'm sorry but I still don't understand" I say weakly.

"When her head injury was noticed by one of the doctors when she arrived here, we had no choice but to take her in to the operation straight away as her breathing was becoming critical.
I thought you would of known this son, but if a patient suffers bad head injuries then one of the worst things you can do is give them medication.
Also, your- your never supposed to let a patient with a head injury fall asleep. They can become very vulnerable and quite easily fall into a coma"

Oh my god.

I run a hand through my hair, using the wall as a support as I fall down to the ground. I put my head in my hands as I begin to cry again. How could I let this happen!
If I had never met her. Never fallen on her the night of the premiere she would be alright. She would be away from me but she would be alive and well. That's all that really mattered.

I feel a warm hand wrap around my shoulder hugging me tightly. I could smell Jen's strawberry scented shampoo. She didn't say anything to try and stop me from crying which I was thankful for. I needed this.

"We do have some good news based on this condition though," Dr.Mason said, sliding down the wall to sit with me and Jen. "So far, through Livia's recovery, she is making all the right signs that she isn't in a coma. For example if you talk to her you can see her mouth twitching as if she wants to talk back. Furthermore, her fingers move if you touch them. All natural reflexes triggered to do that by her mind."

"What does any of that mean?" Jen asks quietly beside me. I look up at Dr.Mason who gives me a small smile.

"It means that we think she reacting to all the treatment we gave her. It means that slowly but surely, she is waking up" he said, standing up off the ground and brushing himself down.

"If she carries on showing these symptoms we believe, like before, that she is just waking up from a long sleep. That's she's not in a coma"

I felt like a tonne of weight had just been lifted off my shoulders. Dr Mason leaves soon after, explaining how would be back in a couple of hours to check on Liv's condition. 

Eventually I lift myself up off the ground, brushing myself off. I guess it was back to waiting again. I didn't mind though, i would wait for eternity for Livia. 

I don't even realise i'm pacing again until Jen points it out. I just can't help it. Its like a natural reflex i do when i'm worried. Somehow it helps me cope. Now i know the condition she is in and the possibilities of the future i seem more calm. I feel like i can concentrate more. My mind more focused.

After and hour or so, Jen leaves to go and get some more coffee. However when she returns, handing me my small polystyrene cup, i notice the something else in her hands. A small soft bear clutching a heart. The heart read "i'm beary sorry, hope you get well soon" Complete cheese!

I try to contain my smirk but Jen notices my failed attempt. "What?" she says, looking from me to the bear and back again, "Oh whatever! I though it was cute" she states sicking out her tongue.

Suddenly Dr Mason appears, rushing past us and into Livia's room, worry evident all over his face. I stand up quickly, trying to follow him in but a nurse comes out blocking my way.

"I need you both to stay out here." she says urgently and i can feel tears welling up in my eyes. What was happening? What was my beautiful Livia going through?

"What's going on?" Jen says, asking my unanswered thought that i was dying to know.

"Dr Mason will hopefully be out shortly, he will explain everything to you" she curtly before leaving. What the hell. Straight away I felt natural dislike towards this woman. I mean yeah she was doing her job but she didn't have to be so-

"Josh!" Jen hits my arm, snapping me out of my glare as Dr Mason steps out of the room towards us.

"What? What's happened? Is she ok? Is it the-"

"Josh" Jen says again, "let him speak"

I look up to him. I could feel my hands began to shake and i run them through my hair nervously.

"She's awake"