Gemma:
"He's in a coma."
My world just went dark. My world hasn't been dark in a long time. My family has brightened it up day by day. Week by week. Month by month.
To hear he's in a coma....
Crushed me.
I should have grabbed the white towel! Why'd I grab the other one for? How could I have grabbed the wrong one?! I would rather have Lucian awake and yelling at me; than my Bub in a coma not talking at all.
Fighting for his life.
"Is he?"
"We don't know when he will gain consciousness. We're hoping it'll be a week at the most. But, he is stable." Matteo says in a sadden voice.
"Can I?"
"Yes, Gems you can go in and see him." Matteo says with a sad smile on his face.
I don't wait any longer. I take off running for my brother's room.
"Room 7." Matteo calls out.
I hear running from behind and knew immediately, my brothers are behind me.
Room 7. Where the fuck is room 7.
It should go 1 2 3 so on. Right?
No!
It goes 1 4 8 10 and so on. It fucking bounces around.
As soon as I round the corner I come face to face with guards. They see my disheveled appearance and stepped aside from the double doors.
Our private side of the hospital.
Should have known.
I burst through the doors and instantly see 7 on the wall. I run like a tiger is chasing me. I stop at his door and slowly open it. As soon as I see my brother; I collapse right on the ground.
I break down with tears streaming down my face.
His heart monitor is beeping like a normal rate. He has tubes coming from both sides of his body. He is on a ventilator.
A fucking ventilator.
He's surviving with that!
His catheter is hanging from his railing.
He has bruises. Lots of them covering his handsome face.
I honestly think I am having a break down. My family finally comes in behind me and I am not the only one who is broken. Julian immediately runs out the door and all I can hear is crashing noises.
He's lost his temper.
He's lost his little bit of control he has had.
All my brothers are crying even my stone faced brothers like Valley and Renzo. Dad looks heartbroken. I finally make it to my feet and walk over to his large sized hospital bed. I gently lay down beside him; once I have moved the tubes in his arm over. I gently grab his hand and give it a squeeze.
I knew he wouldn't squeeze my hand back but it has always been our gesture.
Our thing.
I'm hoping even in his coma; he could feel my presence. Or well our small gesture but, I doubt it. I don't believe he can feel or hear anyone in this room.
My family crowds around us however, I don't plan on sharing this bed. Nor am I planning on moving from my spot.
My spot.
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