Well, well, well, here is more finally! I�ve had a lot of passion to write this story lately. I hope you enjoy this chapter; this story has a long ways to go still. Please let me know what you think!
~Nick�s POV~
*4 Weeks Later*
I walked through triage and made my way to the elevator.
�Dr. Lachey�� I heard my name and turned to see Dr. Williams calling me.
�What�s up?�
�Headed up to ICU?� I nodded, for the third time today that�s where I was going�to see her.
�Yeah, I�m on my way up why?�
�Just wondering how she�s doing?� I looked down and back up.
�Nothing�s changed and her weight isn�t gaining because she�s not awake. Things look worse and worse for her everyday.� I tried holding back my emotion but it was hard.
�I�m sorry�� Dr. Williams and I had been good friends through med school which we attended together; he knew I felt more then just patient/doctor with Jessica�he understood. �I�ll let you get up to her, I have to take care of this MVA coming in now.� I nodded and he patted me on the back.
�I�ll see ya in a bit.� I stepped onto the elevator and headed to the ICU, I made my way down the hall greeting the nurse�s at the station and then walked inside the room that had become way too familiar to me in the past four weeks. Jessica�s body still laid there lifeless. Her mom was sitting there holding her hand. She looked up when she heard me walk in the room.
�Dr. Lachey�� She said; her voice a broken record. I shook my head and put a hand on her shoulder.
�How many times will I have to tell you, it�s Nick; no Dr. Lachey stuff in here.� Tina smiled.
�I�m grateful for everything you�ve done�not just as a doctor.� I looked over at Jessica; I wanted so much to just shake her till she woke. Why wouldn�t she wake up?
�I�d do anything to get her better.� I sat down on the other side of her and held her hand.
�She will wake up right Nick?� Tina�s voice cracked the pain evident in her voice.
�I don�t know�I hope so; but I really don�t know.� Both of us just sat by Jessica�s bed thinking about her�praying for her.
End POV
*A Week Later*
I jerked in place and my eyes opened. The light from the room stinging at me and they closed again quickly. It took me twenty minutes to adjust to the lighting and when I had finally gotten my eyes open, I observed my surroundings. �A hospital?� I thought and tried to remember why I was here�I tried to remember something, ANYTHING; but I couldn�t�not one thing. Before I could press the button signaling for a nurse a doctor walked in�Dr. Lachey, HIM I remembered. I turned to him and the look on his face�I was worried he�d gone into shock or something.
�Jessica!� I smile weakly.
�That is my name if I do recall sir.� I teased, not knowing just how serious my being in the hospital was�how near death I was�and still am. He came over and sat on the bed beside me.
�How long have you been awake?� He asked leaning over and reading the multiple machines. I looked around in horror seeing all these machines�keeping me alive.
�I don�t know, twenty, thirty minutes?� He stood and took my heartbeat rate, my pulse and when he finished he sat back down; this time in the chair beside my bed.
�You�ve been in a coma for five weeks.� I raised my eyebrows horrified.
�Five weeks? You cannot possibly be serious.� He nodded though�he wouldn�t lie to me; right?
�What�s wrong?� I asked; knowing immediately I was in for it.
�You have a severe, SEVERE eating disorder. You were on the brink of death, you still are, and you are not even close to being out of the haul of this just because you�ve woken. You need help, you need nourishment, discipline.� I held back tears as I realized how close I�d come to letting the control gain over me. �Five weeks?� I kept asking myself. �Five weeks of that wretched, unbearable dream�nightmare. Five weeks of worrying my parents, my family�everyone; my CAREER.�
�What about my mom and dad, why aren�t they here?�
�I finally convinced them to go home and rest for a little bit this morning.� I nodded. �How was I supposed to digest this? To understand it all? I was scared, and confused�complete emptiness washed over me again and for that split second, I felt like going back�back to the white, emptiness filled room.