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Chapter 90 - Scarlett

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                                                             ●•Scarlett•●

The rest of February didn’t go any better than its beginning. Tyler was in an induced coma, because, apparently, whilst awake he could barely handle the pain. After a few more exams it was confirmed that there wasn’t a way to save his legs, and that, also, he’d need help once he left the hospital, mostly to move, since he’s been lying it’s been too long and he was never used to living without walking.

There were a few more months in the hospital, though, because the consequences of the accident had been nothing but awful, and the whole bandaging stuff had to be made by professionals so it wouldn’t get some infection and made his case even worse.

It was, to say the least, the worst of all times. Zach had been with me at the hospital most part of the time, both of us taking turns at watching Tyler so he wouldn’t wake up alone. Zach would usually spend the nights with him whilst I was at the club, and I would stay at the room by the days, busying myself with random magazines, sometimes talking to Harry, as Zach helped his dad with the café.

Tyler was not getting any better. Several times I asked the nurses when they would take him out of that stupid coma, but the answer was always the same: ‘he’s not ready for it yet’. Or: ‘he’s in too much pain to be awake’. If anything, he wasn’t getting any worse, either; so maybe things weren’t all that bad.

Sure; he was gonna have to quit boxing, just now that he had achieved part of what he wanted the most. And he wouldn’t be able to drive, either, so if he wanted to escape the whole world like sometimes he did, he would have to ask someone to go with him, which took away the purpose of the thing, really. So, yeah. Things weren’t all that good, either.

Lana was also bothering me a lot, if I may say so, and I really understood why she was so worried about me and my relationship with Harry, but we were just fine, indeed. Sure I didn’t spend as much time with him as I’d like, but we were too attached to each other, anyway, and we had kind of forgotten we had our own lives to live, too. I’d been taking too much of his time and I knew his friends had been complaining about his absence.

To be quite fair, things were starting to go on their axes. For Tyler it would be a whole new journey, sure, but I knew he would find something else to spend his time with; maybe find out new passions, start working on something that could make him express himself more. Harry was going out with his friends again; working, studying, and for what I knew, he was going to be done with university soon. I was spending more time with Angel, helping Lana more when she needed to take night shifts, and I was happy.

Really. Feeling a bit guilty, because of Tyler, but happy. Because when I got to spend time with Harry, it was special. I watched him on the piano, or with the guitar, and we wouldn’t need to say anything to make it feel comfortable. I refused to go see his parents again, but he never insisted much; only apologized for his mother a few hundreds of times (and it wasn’t even necessary, because I knew she had a point, and I wasn’t that much bothered by her opinion of me. Most people didn’t like me, anyway).

When March came, everything had fallen into a routine. Tyler was still unconscious, not any better, not any worse, but it was fine. As fine as it could be.

The world was falling outside.  The skies were gray with clouds that fell heavy and loud against the floor, the water hitting the roof and windows with a sound that made it hard to hear anything else. It’s not like I needed to, anyway. Angel was at school, Lana at the hospital, so the house was completely empty if not for me. Today was one of those days I decided not to go visit Tyler, but the decision had be made mostly because of the flooded streets and the fact that I wasn’t feeling quite well.