chapter 4: i'm sorry, i'm so sorry (Sleeping beauty)

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 i got a lot of comments and likes from the previous chapters thank you. many many thanks. this is not edit. ----------------> to the side is a picture of John and Jeffy. enjoy. __________________________________________________________________________________

4 months later....

Britney POV (Minzi mom)

          "... and they live happily ever after." i finish reading sleeping beauty to her. because right now, she was sleeping. my daughter, thou her injuries might have heal and breathing, her mind hadn't. she was in a coma. my baby daughter was in a coma and  there was no chance she will ever wake up. there was nothing i could do, nothing. i sniff, trying to hold the tears back. but they came any way. putting the book down, i cry, something i've been doing for the past four months, since i've gotten that call from her friend Pat  that she was hit by a car. i felt my heart stop.  without a word to the other ladies in the pack, i rush outside to the hospital, sending a mind link to my mate.

         we got to the hospital just in time, when the ambulance reach, i rush to be bed she was on. doctors and nurses fussing over her. she she was cover in blood, i watch them watch rip the cloths off her body, trying to stop her blood. i wanted to go with them in the operating room but was pull back. James, my mate. held me back.

       "she's going to be ok... shhh." his smoothing words do nothing, i could only cry in his arms, wishing and praying she would pull through.  we wait two hours before the doctor came back with the news; her boys out of danger but her mind....she was in a coma, they couldn't do anything but hope she wakes up soon. that was four months ago, and she hadn't move. i was slowly losing hope.

          if only... if only.. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry..."

James (Minzi dad)

            i watch my wife, she was leaning over our daughter, crying. watch her lips move, but i couldn't make out what she was saying. but i knew she was blaming her self for the accident that all most took her life but her mind along with it. i could tell my wife was losing hope, we all are. as a werewolves Minzi's she heals faster than anything but it couldn't heal her mind. it breaks to see the two women i would give my life for in so much pain and i couldn't do anything. i'm such a failier for a husband and father. i couldn't do anything.

          i felt my tears running down my cheek but i didn't wip it away. for the past four months, it's what we've been doing, crying that it had become a routine in our life. i heard foot steps coming up behind me but i didn't look to see who it was, a doctor or a nurse maybe. they couldn't do anything about  my family pain and condition.

           "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry..."

John POV (Minzi bro)

           as Jeffy and i watch up toward were our dad was at our sister hospital window, we saw the tears in our eyes. we look at each other then back at him, our hearts breaking. i sniff, as the tears came. so did Jeffy, when ever we come to the hospital, we always told our self we won't cry, if she can't be strong for our parents who are we going to be strong for? but that thought flew out the window the second we saw our dad and it will be worse when we take a look at our sister.

        "dad.." jeffy and i said in union. dad didn't turn. "dad, please. " i touch his shoulder, he turn slowly looking at us. "hey boys," was what he said, then turning back to the around. i flinch as if in pain. the look in his eyes, was something i was not expecting, not now any way.

      lifelessness.

what i know will be there if they should decide to just end Minzi's life. the lost a child is like the lose of a soul. i look over at Jeffy to see he had the same reaction as i."i'm going to see mom and Minzi, ok." i told him. no response.  i step in the room and took one look at my sister and felt helpless.  the room may be fill with teddy bears of all size, shapes and color, the same about flowers but it was still lifeless. dead.

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