Skye's POV
"Just breathe, I'll be right outside if yo need me." I assured Megan once again, as we approached her father's room.
Now, normally, I wouldn't give a damn about someone's personal life or issues, but Megan's different. At first I thought she was just like every other girl in this town. Attention seeking drama starting freaks. But she was different. She seemed genuine.
"What if he's awake? What if he's pissed that I haven't been in to zee him sooner?" Megan started listing off different possibilities of when she walked into that room.
Stopping her just outside the door of room 1309, I stared into her warm hazel eyes. "I think it'll be much worse for you if he dies in here, and you didn't at least come and see him."
Her shoulders sagged as she looked anywhere but at me, until she said, "will you go in with me?"
"Do you want me to?" I asked. Megan looks around, then back at me, nodding her head slightly. We turned the corner and walked into the room. There was a doctor standing over the curly red headed man, checking his reflexes and such.
"Hello, are you visiting?" The doctor asked. He seemed ok. With his nice face, and receding hairline. Which was to be expected. The dudes like eighty or something.
Was that rude? I feel like that's rude. I should really start working on not being such an ass. As well as talking about 'feelings.' 'Cause Megan and I had a deal. One thing I never go back on. Except for once. That doesn't matter right now. The important thing is Megan and her father.
"I'm his daughter." Megan explained. I watched as the doctors features sympathized for her, before he explained her father's circumstances.
"Your father was rushed into our ER a few nights ago. Where he was admitted for a foreign object lacerating his chest. I rushed him up to the OR, then proceeded to taking the object out. During surgery your father suffered an air embela in his chest. We were able to take it out, but your father's brain went without oxygen for quite some time." As he was talking, I felt Megan slump into my side and bury her into my shoulder. I could tell she wanted more information but was too unstable to form words.
I wrapped my hand around hers as I asked, "what does this mean?"
"It means, we can't be entirely sure if he's going to wake up. And I think you should prepare yourself for the worst." He said, looking at us, he gave a sad smile before walking out.
Megan's sobbed became soft and silent as she walked slowly over to her dad. Not wanting to be intrusive or anything I stayed by the door. "I just want to hear your laugh one more time." Megan pleaded. "I know I always said it was annoying, but I loved the sound of it. It was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile when I was with you. I'll always be your girl dad. Always."
It was silent for some time after that. Then only sounds were the steady beep of the heart monitor. I didn't want to disturb Megan, she needed this time with her father, so I just stood there. Watching. I hated to admit it, but Megan reminding me of myself. I used to be an optimist, but now? I'm nothing. Empty. Just a shallow shell.
I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
On the other hand, Megan's different. She makes me feel. Mostly it just anger, but its different. Theres something else there whenever I look at her. Or even when I'm just around her. I didn't trust it at first, so I brought some girl home, hoping that a meaningless night of sex would make it go away. But all I've got now is an annoying straight girl stalker. Maybe next time I shouldn't bring someone from school home.
I did feel bad knowing Megan saw us. Even worse when our eyes met, before she closed the door, they were filled with disappointment. That kind of crushed me. I don't know why, I'm not even friends with her. Hell, I'm not even sire I like her that much. Maybe I just feel this way because I want her. Like, maybe the tension I'm feeling is just sexual.
Everything with her is different. It just feels.....natural. Like she makes me feel again. Just in general.
"Can you take me home?" Megan's soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. She looked.......well, to be honest, she looked like shit. And that's saying a lot. Because Megan is beautiful.
"Sure."
The walk to my car was dead silent. I didn't want to risk saying something and have her break down again. I always hate when people cry. I never know what to do. Plus, I'm not very good with words. But the car ride was tense. She seemed angry.
I debated on whether or not to ask her what she's thinking. I settled on just letting her be. Figured some silence would do some good.
I guess I was wrong.
As soon as we pulled into the driveway, she stormed off. It was past four, so Sloan was home. I could hear Megan's rant as I walks to my room.
"I hate her!" She screamed.
She hated me? For what? Bringing her to see her dad? I thought that was the best thing to do for her. I figured it would help. That she would get some kind of closure knowing how he was doing. I thought I was being nice.
"God, can't she just leave me the hell alone? My mother is such a bitch!" Megan's voice carried throughout the house.
Right, of curse she was talking about her mother. Her family just basically blew up. I felt selfish now. Not even because of this, but because I know what's she's going through.
I felt horrible.
Mostly because I see myself in her. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Megan continued ranting for another twenty minutes or so. Now it just sounded like a lot of gibberish or whatever.
*I can hand out a million vaccinations, or let 'em all die in exasperation* (A/N- flobots: handlebars.)
My phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie, its mom."
Inwardly rolling my eyes, I closed my door, so I could hear her better. "Hey 'ma."
"So, how are you dear?"
"I'm fine. When will you be home?" My parents are on a business trip. I don't know where to though.
"In about another week." I hated this. Every time she talks to me, it's like she has to force herself. Its completely different with Sloan though. Not that I blame her. I've been this way, for a long time. It just frustrates me sometimes.
"Ok."
"Ok dear."
"Mom-......" Before I could finish what I was saying, she hung up.
Tossing my phone on my bed, I sat on the edge. Resting my hands on my knees, I thought back on today. My life wasn't great, but it wasn't as bad as Megan's I'm sure. I mean, to be frank, her mother did fucking stab her dad. No wonder why she went ballistic.
"Megan!" Sloan yelled. There was a loud thud, getting off my bed, I walked over to my door. Just glancing an upset looking Megan storming down the stairs. Looking over at Sloan, she looked frantic. "Skye! Stop her! Don't let her leave!"
Quickly finding my feet, I bounded down the stairs after her. The front door was wide open, so I ran out. Not bothering to grab any pants to throw over my boxers. Hell, I didn't even grab any shoes. Seeing her running up the street, I sprinted to catch up.
If there's anything you should know about me, its that I'm not in shape. Not in the slightest. So when I tell you I was out of breath, I meant I was panting like a dog. "Megan....." I panted, grabbing her wrist gently. She tried pulling away, but I only tightened my grip.
"Skye let go!" She yelled.
"No, you're not going to run away from this!" I yelled back. Something about this.....it reminded me of a dark place. A place I was in, and that I would never want to go back. Mostly because I never made it out to begin with.
"Why can't you just let me go?!"
"Because......" I said softly. "I know what running away from your problems can do to."
"Skye...." She said, stepping closer to me. "What do you mean?"
I looked around the somewhat empty street. "Not here."
"Then when?"
I shrugged. "Just, come to my room after you and Sloan are finished. God knows how worried she's gonna be."
"You're right." She said softly, as we walked back to the house.
When we got back, I went directly to my room. Mentally preparing myself for whatever was about to happen. I knew once I told her, she would most likely have a bunch of different questions.
It might not be easy, but I should at least try.
Even if it hurts like hell.