Until The Very End

Chapter 38

Elizabeth's POV

Tears after tears left my eyes as I waited for the doctor to come out of Blake's room. I just couldn't believe it. After more than 1 month he finally came back. I started to cry and I know I look like a monster who just crawled out of a home but it's everything his fault.

The door opened and the doctor came out closing the door behind him.

"How is he?" Blake's mom asked him immediately.

"Surprisingly really good. During his coma, his body had enough time to recover. Normally, people would lose some of their memory's for sleeping so long but he could remember everything. If it stays like this then he his ready to go home the day after tomorrow. You can go to him now." he said and left.

"Hon, I think you should go in first. I'm sure he wants to see you." she said with a smile and went down the hallway probably to her husband.

I smiled at her thankfully and was about to open the door when I suddenly froze.

His doctor said that he could remeber everything. What if he doesn't want to see me? What if he still hates me? What if he gets angry and doesn't want me inside?

I slowly took my hand from the handle and looked at the door.

Should I go in?

After a few minutes which felt like hours I decided to open it and go in. I won't lose anything if he gets angry. Okay, well maybe something.

His love.

Him.

However, I can take that as punishment for everything I did.

I opened the door slowly and looked at the floor first before I looked up. He was sitting in his bed, totally okay. He doesn't have any scars from his accident left so it looked like he just woke up from his sleep.

I felt hot tears making its way to my eyes and soon the run down my cheeks. I couldn't move. I didn't dare to. I was too scared.

"It took you long enough to open that damn door." he broke the silence.

I couldn't say or move, I just stood there, staring at his figure with puffy eyes.

He turned his face to me facing me and I was immediately lost in his grey eyes. How much I missed those eyes. Snapping out of my trance, I wiped away some of my tears but they kept coming out. I forced myself to smile at him and say something.

"It's nice to see you awake." I said with a cracked voice.

I wanted to run up to him, hug him, feel his warm arms around me and tell me that he would never leave me. However, I couldn't do that. I don't have the right to do so.
I stood at the door with my messed hair and with my pajama which was only a leggings and a loose t-shirt. My hair was messed up and my face surely looks horrible like in those horror movies.

"I'm sorry."

My head snapped up to see his face looking at me with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry for everything I said. I...I was just shocked and but also sad and angry. Not at you but at me. I never realised how sock you were and I wasn't there for you enough. I'm really sorry." he apologised.

I didn't know what to say. He apologised. To me? Am I dreaming?

He kept his face turned away from me. Maybe because he couldn't look at me right now.

I sighed and then realised that I stopped crying. Just like that. I wiped away my tears away and walked to him.

"Dammit, say somet-"

I cut him off as I hugged him so tight that I was scared that I would hurt him but I didn't care. I wanted him near, I wanted him right there for me.
I buried my head into his neck and bite my lips as I tried not to cry over a again.

He was taken aback but hugged me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me as if I would disappear any time soon. However; I wasn't. I don't plan too. Well, not now.

I missed this. I missed everything about him. Being not able to hug or kiss him, hell even his touch would have been enough.

"Lizy..." he started.

"Hmm?" I asked with my face still buried in his hospital gown.

"Why aren't you taking the surgery?" he blurted out.

My eyes widened in his shirt but I tried to calm down and act as if I knew nothing. There is no chance he knows about the surgery.

"W-What are you talking about? What surgery?" I asked playing dumb but of course I had to shutter at the beginning.

"Don't fool me, Lizy. I know about it so there is no point of hiding it from me." he said in a serous tone.

He looked at me demanding me to answer his question.

"Where...How do you know about it? You were in coma when I heard about it and I'm sure that your mother didn't tell you because she promised me no to." I said.

"Just answer my damn question." he demanded again.

I looked down at my fingers.

"I...I will get the heart of...your dad..." I whispered but I knew he heard it.

"I know that too but I want to know WHY you aren't taking it."

"Because it's your dad! Blake, I can't just take someone's life to keep myself alive! Especially if the person is my boyfriend's father!" I exclaimed.

"So you would rather die?" he asked me.

"What? No! I want to live but-"

"Then take the god damn surgery!"

"It's not that easy! Why-Wait. Why do you want me to take the surgery so badly? Isn't your father more important than me?" I asked in a low voice.

He let out a sigh.

"I know this sounds crazy, but I spoke to my father."

I looked at him with wide eyes but not in a crazy way. I'm only shocked. I heard about people who fell in a coma and woke up, speaking to people who had died. I wasn't sure if it was true or not since I never met a death person from my family. However, now I believe it.

"He told me that I should tell you to take the surgery because he won't be waking up anymore. He would be honoured to be your life support until the very end." he explained.

That was it.

That was the moment I head my breakdown. I started to cry and it won't stop anytime soon. I didn't know what to do and I thought that it was now the best time to release everything. Everything bad I went through are in these tears and it felt so good to cry everything out. To let it out.

Blake only scooped me in his arms comforting but I knew that he was also crying because I heard him sniff and tears on my shoulder.

We stayed like that for a really long time. And the only thing I had in my mind was one sentence.

Thank you very much, Mr. Anderson.