"Jacob, get some help! She's asleep! Hurry!" Eric shouted to his brother as he carried his cousin's lifeless body to the couch.
Her lips were starting to lose color. Strayed and fading. He couldn't understand what had happened. He left a mere 10 minutes and found her passed out on the carpet without a plausible answer. Tears were stinging his sight as he sat, staring... waiting for him to come.
Why would she just up and do this? Confused. Everything was fine. She was happy. Least that remained the case all the while. It's all his fault. He should have NEVER left the house period. Something didn't seem right in the last 5 days. She seemed to herself a lot of the time. She was unhappy. If only he could've asked her what was wrong. God if only... Now she's slowly leaving him.
"Why? Why her? She's a good person. Nobody deserved to die. Not her. Don't take her. Take me. Take me for being the selfish asshole I am. FUCK!" he hugged her body close, crying heavily as he heard Jacob come with the paramedics and a stretcher bed. He picked her up, kissed her gently on her forehead, placing her on top of the portable bed. More tears came down his scared face, "Please GOD let her be OK! Do whatever you can. Bring her back! She CAN'T leave now!"
Eric was frantic now and his body was shaking. Spewing out demands like a mad man. He felt like dying now. Someone should just kill him. The pain was too much. Too real. Too FUCKING real. All of it was a blur now. She could actually be taken away from this Earth any moment. He felt weak beyond all feeling. Death was giggling it's hunger not too far away. There was nothing he could do but wait. Wait for her to die or live. There may never be another like her. Buffy Summers may never smile her smile that makes you live to catch a small glimpse.
The doctors pumped Buffy's stomach of the pills she'd consumed voluntarily. Afterwards, she was so weak they put her in the intensive care unit. Still laying in a deep sated coma. Still alive and breathing. Her parents fight to stay awake. Their only daughter is making no progress. There was really nothing they could do. More waiting. They need some answers. She's hanging on by so little.
Buffy's Dad came toward his wife, "Joyce, she's a survivor. She's going to pull through. Be strong," he placed his hand on her shoulder.
Joyce was stung as he did this. Her shoulder was shaking and she didn't know what was going to happen. Her eyes were glassy and she wiped at her eyes, unmoving and not believe the reality of the situation. Her daughter was always such a challenge but still she felt compassion.
Joyce held his hand, crying, "I just don't understand! Willow said every was fine. Now, it's really not! My baby is dying. She's DYING!"
"It'll be OK. She'll come back. Give it time, sweetie."
She pushed him away, "She doesn't have much time. She needs to come back now! Right now. She doesn't deserve this. This is all my fault. All of it. We shouldn't have left her alone."
"It's not your fault. We can't take back what happened but we have to be strong. For Buffy. She needs us not to be upset. Pray for a miracle."
She sighed as she calmed herself, and sat down, "She needs more than miracle. More than love. It's much bigger. She needs a will to brake though."
He nodded, patting her back as he stood up, "Come on, let's get some coffee." They walked over to the machine.
A long week has passed, Buffy still hasn't woken up. Family members would come, held her hand, and talk to her. Hoping she would make some kind of movement. But nothing. It was all a gambit. Nothing has changed. If anything, she's getting worse. Her heart monitor was dangerously low which made the doctors questioned in taking off life support. There was no other option it seemed. Joyce was appalled and wide eyed at the idea. She shook her head sharply.
"No, out of the question. She still has a chance. I won't allow you to make dying easier for her. She still has a chance. I believe it."
Dr. Andrews sighed as he sat in his office, "Joyce, I realize what your going through, there is absolutely nothing we can do but pray that she breathes on her own."
Joyce stood up, hearing enough, "No, I know she will improve. I won't let you do this!"
Dr. Andrews stood up and walked to her, "I can't imagine what you're thinking. Believe me, I don't want to do this. There is really nothing left for us to do but pray she breathes without our help. I have faith in her. I won't let her die. I promise you. Your husband has already agreed to sign the papers but he wanted to leave this decision up to you."
She looked at him with glassy eyes, "He's already agreed to this? Why? Does he want his daughter to die? I can't handle this now...excuse me," she exited his office and fled to the bathroom.
Joyce left the bathroom somewhat calm and walked over to her husband as she made her decision, "I think we should do this. I have faith in her. There's nothing more they can do. Still, I'm praying she doesn't need their help."
He turned to face her, "Sweetie are you sure?"
"Yes, I am. Please don't talk it about it anymore. Where are the papers?"
He held them from the front desk the whole time and handed her a paper to sign, "I already signed. I'll be waiting in the doctor's office," he kissed her cheek and left.
After Joyce finished the signing the places where she needed to sign, she made her way to the office. Everyone went to Buffy's room silently. They knew the risks, and the effects of the procedure. Joyce turned her head as the doctor put his hand on Buffy's IV plug. Dr. Andrews took a deep breathe and pulled-
"Dr. Andrews this is an emergency! We need you in the ER room 16!" a nurse yelled from the doorway.
"Pardon me, I'm so sorry." He looked at her parents and ran over to the nurse, asking her questions as he followed to the room, "What do we know?"
The nurse looked at her clipboard, "Male, 27, deep sated abrasions on the wrists. He appears unconscious at the moment."
Doctor Andrews took the clipboard from the Nurse's hands.
"Alright... Please inform Dr. Carringan to perform the procedure while I'm gone," he told her as he opened the door.
"Right away, doctor" she walked off to the room.
When she reached it she gave a light knock before opening the door to see smiles from ear to ear on both parents faces, "What's going on?"
Joyce tried to control the happiness but she couldn't, "She spoke! She came back!"
The nurse looked in the direction of the patient and smiled as she saw the father with tears in his eyes, speaking softly with his daughter, Buffy barely speaking back, just groaning mumbled responds. "Well, I'll be. This is beyond a miracle I tell ya. Room 16 may have saved her life."
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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12/23/16 01:12 pm
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
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