~Consequences 14~
Three days had gone by, without a word from her. I was getting so frustrated with God and who knows who else.
All I wanted was for her to wake up. Everything can be back to the way it should be.
They all visited everyday. Then they�d try to make me come with them. I refused in an instant. I couldn�t leave her. I would�ve been constantly worried about her any way so why even chance it.
I heard a soft knock on the door.
�Come in.�
I turned to see who it was without letting Jessie�s hand go.
It was a guy. Not Keith, but a 5��5� tall man with reddish blonde hair and kind hazel eyes.
�Jessie�� he whispered softly, walking over to her other side, taking her hand.
�Who are you?� I asked suspiciously.
�I�m sorry. I�m Michael. One of Jessie�s friends,� he introduced, holding out his hand.
I shook it grimly. The last time Jessie had a friend, he tried to kill me.
�I�m not anything like Keith, if that�s what you�re thinking.�
��������� �Yeah well�how�d you find out about her?�
�Heather called me and told me what happened. Naturally I come here to see her. This was the earliest flight I could get. She was one of my best friends,� he finished quietly.
�Well one of her so-called best friends was the one who shot her,� I said bitterly.
�Keith didn�t always act like that. He used to be so nice. A lot like you actually. But anger and jealousy got the best of him. That�s what set you apart from him. You actually cared enough about her.�
�I don�t just care about her. I love her.�
�I know.�
I looked at him.
�You were all she could talk about. How wonderful you were, how kind you were, how sweet and caring you were, how much she loved you. I knew you guys were meant for each other,� he said sincerely.
I stayed silent.
�Actually, it made me kinda jealous,� he admitted.
�What?�
�I dunno. I felt like I was losing my best friend to someone that was plastered all over the walls of girls� homes everywhere. I didn�t even know you to trust you. I guess I feel kinda left out.�
�She trusts me,� I pointed out softly.
�I know that. I guess now I can see why.�
�Whaddaya mean?�
�Man, look at you! You�re pale, you�ve got rings under your eyes, your eyes are like completely red. If that isn�t love, I don�t know what is,� he joked.
�No, I guess you�re NOT anything like Keith.�
He chuckled.
Knock knock.
�Come in.�
Justin and the others walked in, some carrying bags of food.
�Oh so I see you�ve met Michael,� Heather said, sitting down on a chair.
�Yeah.�
�Hey Michael. I�m Justin,� Justin introduced, extending his hand.
�Pleasure,� he replied, shaking his hand.
After they all introduced themselves, they just made small talk.
I stayed in my own little world, still hoping she�d open her eyes.
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It had been a week now. I was worse than ever. The rings under my eyes were darker, I was probably 3 to 5 pounds lighter, and I was pale. I was so miserable. My strength trailed away and my spirit had disintegrated like powder in water.
Her heart still beat, she was still alive, but I needed to hear her voice, hear her laughing, feel her there to let me know she was with me.
�C�mon C. You gotta get some decent sleep!� Lance pleaded, pulling my arm.
�Can�t you see he�s worried about her?� Michael interrupted.
He looked just as bad as me. His clothes hung loosely on him, he looked about 15 years older, his eyes were beet red, and his concern was at a high point.
�But he isn�t eating for goodness sakes!� Justin cried, throwing his arms up.
�He does so eat,� Michael argued.
�One slice of pizza a day isn�t called eating Mike,� Joey broke in. �He�s losing so much, he looks like a stick!�
�Well yelling at him isn�t gonna get you anything.�
�Michael, you should eat a little too,� Heather joined in.
�Look at you Heather. Your best friend is in here with a coma. How are you able to sleep at night?� Michael asked.
�Mikey, she wouldn�t want you guys starving just to be by her side.�
�I just wanna be there for her,� he replied softly.
�I want to too. But I have to support myself if I want to support her.�
I didn�t say anything, but she did have a point.
�Guys, fine, I�ll eat more, but please,� I whispered hoarsely.
�And get some sleep,� Chris added.
�What if something happens?� I asked him.
�They�d tell you.�
I just shook my head.
My head snapped to Jessie as I felt her nails scrape against my palm.
�Jessie?� I cried weakly.
�JC�� she whispered.
They all rushed to her side, concerned and relieved.
�Jessie�� I whispered, tightening my grip on her hand.
�What happened?� she asked, speaking as if just awakening from sleep.
�You blacked out again and you�re in the hospital,� Michael informed.
�Ohmygod Mikey. When�d you get here?�
�Last week.�
�Last week? I was out for that long?� she asked incredulously.
�Actually, 10 days,� said Heather.
�Ohmygod. What about the tour?�
�We pushed it back,� I said.
�Why?�
�Obviously! You were in the hospital!� Chris cried. �You expect us to leave you here?�
�And disappoint all your fans?�
�Would we rather put off seeing some supportive strangers or stay and support a good friend?� Chris asked sarcastically.
�Oh you�re too kind,� she laughed.
I smiled. She was here with me now.
