Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ The dream of you and me. ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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“If I can't have her no one can!” With that he ran at Yente and pushed her backwards on to the busy street. Yente swayed a little but managed to keep her footing. At first she didn't realize what had happened and by the time she did, it was too late.

 

 

Chapter 4.

 

 

 

She could vaguely hear Michael screaming over the screeching car tires, just before it hit her. Then there was only pain...

 

 

 

Michael was pacing. He had been doing that ever since they had arrived at the hospital. His mother looked at him worriedly. “Please sit down son, I'm sure the doctor will get here soon with some news.”

“You've been saying that for over two hours now, mom.” He growled back. “What's keeping them so fucking long.” he glared at the two men sitting on the other side of the waiting room. Yente's father looked completely devastated. He had been looking like that ever since the police had told him just who was responsible for what happened. But Michael felt no pity for him, in fact he wanted nothing more then to strangle the man. This was all his fault. He should never have brought Sebastian here.

 

Finally the doctor showed up. He nodded at them. Michael could see by the look in the man's eyes that it wasn't good news he was bringing.

 

“I'm afraid Yente's condition is very severe.” Michael felt his heart sink. “She has three fractured ribs, a broken leg and a heavy concussion. While operating on the fractured ribs she slipped into a coma. I'm afraid we're not sure if she will make it through the night.” Michael fell down on his knees his vision blurring with tears.

Michael didn't cry allot, but right now he just couldn't stop the flow of tears that streamed out off his eyes. He noticed his sister kneeling down next to him, hugging him, but he didn't hug her back. He just stared at the ground. He saw Chelsea's lips move as she tried to comfort him, but he couldn't hear the words. He only heard what that doctor said. It kept repeating over and over in his head as he tried to understand what it all meant.

 

Chelsea looked worriedly at her brother. She had never seen him like this. She had no idea what to do. She looked up at her mother for help but she was talking to doctor about Yente's chances.

“It's all my fault.” He whispered softly. Chelsea looked at him strangely.

“Don't be stupid. How could this possibly be you're fault?” Michael looked at the ground.

“I should have kept her away from the fight. I should have protected her better.” He saw his mother kneel down next to him but he paid no mind to it. “She's going to die and it's all my fault.”

“Yente is not going to die, she's a strong woman and I'm sure she can fight her way out of this. But she will need our help and our prayers to do so.”

 

 

Michael took a small step towards Yente's bed, before hesitating. He looked back at his mother, who gave him a small smile.

"Go, she needs you. Chelsea and I will be right here in the hallway." Michael nodded, took a deep breath and walked towards her bed.

 

Michael had always loved watching his girl sleep. Now as he watched her motionless form, lying on the hospital bed, with al those tubes and wires attached to her, he wanted nothing more then for her to wake them both from this nightmare. 

 

He sat down on the chair next to the bed and carefully picked up her hand.
He blew out a shaky breath. He knew there was a theory that a comatose could sometimes hear you when you spoke to them, but he honestly had no idea what to say.

 

His deep blue eyes filled with tears again. "I'm sorry." He finally whispered the tears spilling over his cheek. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. He pressed her hand to his cheek. "I never should have fought with him."

 

Michael looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His father looked down on him with a sad smile. "Are you ok?" He whispered. Michael nodded slowly.

 

"Is he behind bars?" His father nodded.

 

"For now at least." Michael's head shot up.

 

"What do you mean 'for now'?" His father sighed.

 

"It all depends on Yente. If she decides to not press charges, he'll only get anger management but no jail time."

 

"Of course she'll press charges!" Michael yelled outraged. "He tried to kill her!"

 

"It's not that simple." His father responded. "She has an emotional tie with this guy. And you know Yente she might decide to forgive him." Michael looked at him darkly.

 

"If she doesn't press charges... I'll shoot him. Making sure he bleeds to death slowly and painfully."