REPUTATION

Reputation: Chapter 3

I've been asleep for three whole months. I could just hear the people come and go as they entered my hospital room. I wanted to wake up, but when I tried to open my eyes, I couldn't. I still couldn't feel anything in my body. I try to move my limbs, but it's like they fail to listen to me. I just want to know what I look like, what happened to me, what happened that night that I fairly remember. I just won the biggest medal of my life and the night I win it, I'm in a hospital bed? Why do I always have karma? Why does luck, faith, and God try to fail me when I feel like I'm winning? This seems to happen so fast and I'm just too young for it to slap me in the face. Please let this all be a dream and a valuable life lesson.
WAKE UP SKOTT. OPEN YOUR EYES. OKAY YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON TO NOT GLOAT ABOUT WINNING. WAKE UP.
But I remained in the same position. Stiff. I still saw darkness. They see nothing when I feel I everything. I heard a voice.
"Skott." It was Kameron's.
hi beautiful.
I heard her sniff and try to control her crying, but it was painful to hear and feel. I wanted to move and get up and hug her, kiss her, tell her I was listening this whole time, but I was permitted to not move. I just listened to her voice that made me feel awake.
"Skott you're about to be in a coma for 4 months please wake up for me because I need you more than anything right now because I have no one to go home too, but you." She paused trying not to cry. She swallowed.
"I've came everyday, praying you'll open your eyes, but if you don't wake up, I'm going to have to talk to your dad about pulling the plug because the doctor said he doesn't know what to do anymore SKOTT WAKE UP." She yelled and demanded as my eyes suddenly opened slowly. Slower than time itself. They were heavy, drowsy, and everything was blurry. I heard Kameron gasp, but sounded completely silent right after. I blinked slowly trying to regain my sight. It's been so long since I saw the light, my surroundings, my life. It was painful for some reason, but I slowly started to gain my sight. I turned my neck slowly and looked at Kameron. She had her hands over her mouth. She dyed her hair. It was blonde and a little shorter than last time I saw it. She still looked just as beautiful the last time I laid my eyes on her. My sight was back. I saw everything. I saw the hospital room, I saw the door, medical equipment, I looked down at my body. I looked at my left arm and noticed there was stitches all over my forearm. It almost looked like Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas and there was indeed a metal cage around my arm. Almost like a brace. My left leg looked actually the same. I got a sense of worry and fear in my body seeing what my arm and leg looked like. It seemed I undergo many surgeries, but the whole right side of my body looked normal except a few scratches and bandages around a few spots. I looked at Kameron and smiled. She had tears streaming down her face as she was shocked, shook, surprised by seeing me awake.
"Oh my god." She whispered. I tried to talk, but it was hard for words to escape, but it was painful too. She stopped me.
"Don't talk." She said smiling as she stood up and leaned down to kiss me. Her lips against mine made me forget I was in the hospital. I wanted to pull her down against me so I could just keep kissing her and tell her how much I missed everything about her. She was so beautiful it literally took my breath away and I was beyond happy she was the first person I saw almost 4 months of being asleep. She pulled away and laughed.
"I didn't kiss you for 3 months." She whispered. I playfully rolled my eyes. She got up and left the room in a rush. I moved my body just a little bit and I closed my eyes tightly as the pain traveled everywhere. I let out a small moan, but realized the tube that was connected to my neck was gone. They removed it. I smiled feeling a sense of triumph and healing. I heard loud running footsteps as Peter and my dad both ran in. I smiled at them both.
"Skott." Peter said to himself in disbelief as if he had lost all hope of me waking up.
"My son." My Dad said coming right next to me. I just smiled at both just happy to see them here. Peter had a tear roll down his eye. I just looked at him and gave him the look of don't cry please for me. He sniffed and smiled throwing his hands in his pockets and grabbed a chair to sit next to me. My dad kissed my right hand. I felt his lips, but when he let go of my hand for a split second, I felt nothing. He looked down and I heard him start to cry. I just looked at him because there wasn't anything I could do anyways.
"I'm so sorry son for everything. The shitty father I was, the non supportive dad, and just not believing in you I don't know why it had to take something so horrible to happen to you for me to realize it. I lost your mother I can't lose my son I've been hurting since you left home and I've missed you and Peter has been a better father to you than I ever was." He broke down crying saying out loud, but I just looked at him forgiving him. He looked up at me with his eyes red and puffy. I smiled.
It's okay Dad
I answered with a look. He just held my hand.
"I'm glad you're alive boy." Peter said to me with a smile. I just smiled back him. I felt forgiving, maybe lucky to finally open my eyes. I couldn't talk yet or feel my body, I felt broken physically, but inside I felt okay. I don't know what happened, but I'll get answers later. I just wanted the ones I loved to be here right now with me. I saw Kameron walk back in with food in her hands. I just watched her walk and sit down next to me. I'm going to marry this women. I don't care how old I am or how long we've been dating. Give me a couple more months and she'll have my last name. 3 months. 3 months later and my eyes are finally open.