Once In A Lifetime

Endless Days

Melissa's POV

I was finally discharged from the hospital after a few days. Doctors were adamant about me going to physical therapy. But to me, none of that mattered. I didn't care if I got better at this point. I just wanted my son to get better, to pull through. He still didn't respond and the doctors were beginning to loose hope. I refuse to though. I may have been discharged, but I didn't leave the hospital. I stayed in James' room as I didn't want to leave his side. Seth did as well. His family and my friends helped with the kids. We just tried to be with James as much as we could. They allowed us to hold him but we had to be very careful. So, we would take turns in the chair just holding our son as we wanted him to know mommy and daddy were still there. We did everything we could to let our son know we were there. One night, I was sitting on the couch with Seth. His back was on the arm rest and my back was against his chest as we remained close. We needed time to just hold each other to be there for one another. Our legs were on the couch and my brace was unbearable. I was so uncomfortable in it. I moved it and Seth asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Kinda." I said, softly.

"Want some pain relievers?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I don't want you to move."

He understood and I looked over to the crib in the middle of the hospital room. "I'm scared." I said to him.

"Me too." He admitted.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"Just keep hoping for the best." He only said.

"I keep praying he will be okay. I keep praying for a miracle." I said to him. Then I looked at him as I realized what I said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."

"No, baby. It's okay. It helps you. I get that. I don't mind." He quickly reassured me.

I gave him a soft smile and leaned against him. "Thanks for understanding, Seth." I looked back at the crib. "I can't keep doing this. I want to do more for him. I hate this. This is my fault."

"Lissa, no, it's not." He quickly told me. "It's that bastards fault who ran the red light. Not yours. Do not blame yourself for this."

Tears flowed down my cheeks. "I just sit here hoping for him to just make a change but so far nothing. It has been two weeks now, Seth. The doctors are even giving up hope. If he just showed some sign, I feel some sort of relief. Something, anything. This is too much."

"I know, baby." He almost whispered as I felt his arms grip me tighter. "I know."

I turned slightly so I could get more comfortable against him. I was so emotionally drained. Within minutes, my eyes closed and I fell fast asleep.

I woke up cause I felt uncomfortable. I found Seth sleeping as well. I slowly move from him so I don't wake him, which is a chore since my leg was in a brace. I sat up on the couch and grabbed my crutches. I moved over to James in the bed and sat in the chair next to him. I got the side of the crib down and was able to have access to him better. I took his little hand and laid my head on the bed next to him. I looked at him as I felt so hopeless. A tear fell from my eye. I then said softly, "Baby boy, I need you here with me. Mommy misses you. I promise if you come back to me and daddy, I will be a better mommy then I have been. Please come back to us, baby."

I lifted my head and kissed his cheek softly. I laid my head back down and just stared at him. Before I knew it, I dozed off again.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but I woke up to whimpering. I stirred and slowly opened my eyes. I looked over and saw my son's eyes still closed. But he had a sad look on his face and he was whimpering. I looked stunned. For the first time in two weeks, he did something. I waited to see if more would happen. Then he began to cry or what came close to a cry as the tubes were down his throat still. I turned to Seth and said, loudly, "Seth! Get up! Seth!" He woke up and looked at me. He then noticed our son too. I quickly said to him, "Get the nurse."