Chapter Forty-two

His Pov

I felt a tear fall from my eyes as she took a deep breath from the oxygen tank. I was beside her bed, sitting silently, her unconscious hand locked up in mine. The life machine kept giving the "beep" sound and weighed me down with each passing second. A little devil in me kept trying to steal my hope. With every sound, I prayed that it wouldn't go on non-stop. I can't afford to lose her. Like I lost Summer.

Deja Vu all over again. I've been here before. Sitted beside the girl who broke my heart lying on a hospital bed. The only difference is that this is Annalita and she was Summer and she died but Anny isn't going to.

I didn't cry. I had no plans to do so. Though the all-so-familiar stench of hospitals was choking me and my heart felt like it was being hammered into place, I didn't cry. History just can't repeat itself. Maybe it's just me hoping against hope but I just can't lose her again. That'd be like opening up an already old wound and another fresh one beside it. It'd be double and my heart just can't take that.

Annalita has been in a coma for three days now.I don't know what happened, all I was told was that she had had an accident. The driver had possibly been drunk. It was a hit-and-run case and Anny was in a critical condition. The doctor hasn't said anything reassuring, he didn't even say she'll be fine. All he said was that time would tell if she'd survive it. And this all alone made me so fucking scared. I've been here, everyday for three days and she hasn't even stirred. It breaks my heart each time I see her in this condition. I know I'm supposed to be mad at her. She broke my heart and she didn't care. She tore me apart, shattered every single reason I had to smile and here she is. She supposedly deserved this but she's my reason to smile, what would life be without her? I figured out from last time that if Annalita died just like Summer did from an accident a week after she broke my heart, I'll break. It ain't a probability. I won't be able to stand it, the same heart wrenching pain all over again. No, you can't die on me Anny. You can't.

The door opened and Kyra walked in. She started crying almost immediately. I really don't blame her. It takes a lot for me to sit here and stare at her for so long without crying. She's my world and she's on a hospital bed unconscious. I bet you've got no idea how that feels.

Kyra wiped off her tears and said,

" Her friends are here to see her, is that okay with you?" I nodded at her and quickly stood up releasing her hand which fell helplessly to the side.

" You can stay" Kyra added.

" No, I'll come back" I said. My voice didn't sound like mine. I was miserable, just a preamble of what life would be like without her. Without my Anny.

I left the room as Toria and the rest walked in. I said a few words to the nurse in charge of Anny, told her I'd be back and left the building.

As the cool breeze hit me, I felt miserable. This isn't supposed to be happening to me! It isn't! She's in there and I'm the one hurting while she's so peaceful in wherever she is. This is so messed up. So so messed up!!!I found myself in a building some metres away from the hospital. It was a church and it was empty except from someone who was cleaning around. Dunno why I'm here, never been a church-goer. I'm not even sure I believed in his existence and I don't presume he can help me but I just felt led to be there. Maybe, I could get peace of mind.

I sat in one of the back rows silently. The cleaner noticed me and quietly excused himself. Left alone, I reminisced over everything that's happened. The words she said to me which left me wounded and now she's on a hospital bed with very little hope of life. And who's going through the pain. No one but me.

The tears I had tried so hard to hold came pouring and I couldn't help it. First a few drops and then they were pouring in torrents. I stood up from where I sat and walked to the front which was supposedly the altar. There I went on my knees, my eyes not stopping it's shower.

" Umm... God, I don't know if you can hear me. But if you can, I really need your help right. I mean, they say you're really powerful and there's nothing too hard for you. I know I haven't been a tiniest bit of a Christian but I'm here now and I'm desperate. They say you're a merciful God and I really need you to have mercy on me right now. I need your help, God. I don't want to loose her. I don't want to loose her. God please..."

I trailed off as I got choked up on my tears. I knelt there and cried my eyes out. I was in so much pain and I felt a bit relieved as I cried. For over thirty minutes, I knelt there calling on the God I never believed in. I made a vow to never ever doubt His existence if he didn't let me loose Anny.

I was worn out from so much crying when I heard a voice say,

" Go Son. The Lord has heard you"

I immediately stood up and looked around. There was no one, it was just me. Where did the voice come from? I was supposed to get scared but I didn't. Instead I felt peace. Peace I couldn't explain. I felt so relieved and just as the voice as said, I knew He had heard me. Standing still, revived and relieved,I muttered " Thank you" and left the church. The cleaner was seated outside when I came out and he smiled at me as I passed by. I managed to smile back wondering in my mind if he was the voice i heard.

Shrugging off the thought, I half-ran to the hospital. Something in me gave me hope and it wasn't just a flicker, it was a whole lotta hope. Anny is gonna be fine, I know it.

I finally got the hospital after what seemed like hours but was just minutes. The atmosphere was livened and my hope increased. The nurses were smiling at me and I almost had to run to Anny's ward. Kyra was sitted outside. She saw me and jumped at me excitedly in a hug. The next two words she said were the only thing I had been waiting forever to hear.

" She's awake!"

She's awake!!!