The Soulmate Collection

5 || Come Back To Me

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Realistic Fiction 

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"If two person are meant to be together eventually they'll find their way back."

--Unknown

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Angie didn't want to feel anything, but the pain in her heart and the throbbing in her head. She has been sitting in the hospital chair for the past seven hours just waiting. There are heavy bags under her eyes, bits of hair coming out of her once elegant duo, and her once perfectly manicured nails have been chewed down to the skin. 

"Mom," Patrick calls to her. She knows it's her duty as a mother to be there for her child, but at the moment she is too overwhelmed with the sadness to be any use. She feels a strong hand on the shoulder, and closes her eyes, trying to keep the sorrow from cascading down her cheeks. "You need to eat something," he tries.

She opens her pale blue eyes and gazes upon her twenty-six-year-old son. He is standing tall and proud. His ocean blue eyes holding worry, but she knows it's for her, and not the man fighting for his life somewhere in the hospital. We were eating dinner. We were just eating a nice dinner, she found herself repeating over and over again. 

"I know, Mom," Patrick whispers. I just need to see him. Gaze upon his hopeless smile. Spend two seconds in his arms, and I know everything will be okay. I just need him. I need him to be okay. 

Angie found the man that would happily finish her sentences, and spend hours creating the perfect Halloween costume with her when she was in college. They both study majors in education. It wasn't loved at first sight by any means, but over time acquaintances turned into friendships and friendship turned into more. It was exactly thirty years and one day ago that he asked her on their first date. They made a tradition of celebrating it by going to the same fancy restaurant each year.

After a few minutes in thought, Angie feels the comforting arms of her son. "He will fight," he whispered, trying to reach his mother. Patrick had never seen her this way. His mom always had a smile on her face, and being a third-grade teacher can't always be easy. His mom and dad seemed to genuinely love being in each others company. They were friends and partners in crime. They were each other shoulder, and cheering squad. And now, his mom sits waiting for a doctor to utter the words that her best friend is going to live.

"I'm sorry," she finally said, looking at Patrick. "I'm being an awful mother," she confessed. Guilt clear in her eyes, and Patrick felt like the most helpless son on the earth.

He shook his head. Yes, he wanted to feel sad about his dad's condition, but his mom needed him, and she had never asked him for anything. "You are being human, Mom. We will hear from them soon," he tried to reassure her. 

"Mrs. Rey," a young doctor called from the threshold. "We'd like to speak to you." Angie and Patrick both searched the doctor's voice for any clue as to what the news was but were left with more questions than answers. Angie took Patrick's hand and brought him with her. The doctor took one look and Patrick and began to object, but Angie spoke up.

"That man is his father," she stated, firmly.

That seemed to be enough for the doctor, for he proceeded. "When Mr. Rey had his stroke he hit his head rather hard causing a subarachnoid hemorrhage. He is currently stable, but he has not woken up from the medically induced coma. It is up to him now to do the rest. The next days are the most crucial for his condition. If he doesn't wake in the next day or so it becomes a great chance he will never wake up."