Save Me - {Story} Chapter 3
Maya and Eric both love each other, but are too afraid to admit it, let alone speak to one another. But soon, something tragic happens to Maya. Will Eric be able to get over his fear to be there for her? Will she be able to stand it all?
Hello everyone! Yes, I'm finally back! I just now got a chance to sit down and write.. I've been wanting to all weekend, but never got to! I'd like to thank everyone for the awesome comments and feedback they left, but I'd also like to say, if you want to hand out a bit of constructive criticism, please, please feel obliged to do so! I'll take every bit of it into consideration. :) Anyway.. On with the story! {Yes, new divider, yay!!}
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~*~Eric's POV~*~
When I'd heard about the accident, I felt like a truck had hit me. Now, I felt like jelly as I walked up the steps to the hospital, envelope in hand. My hands trembled, and my heart ached, I was so afraid they were just going to walk right up and say, "Sorry, she's dying. Want a lollipop?" like it was nothing. But it was something, it was a very important something, and I was afraid of that something.
I finally reached the front desk, waiting impatiently as the lady at behind the computer typed away. "Uh.. Excuse me? I'm here to see a M-"
"Just a moment!" she replied in a cheery tone, drumming away at the computer's keyboard. I doubted what she was doing was related to her job, she seemed a bit too happy, too young, and a bit too... Blonde to be a serious doctor. I shouldn't have used it the way I did, but it was true, she was all dressed up, with ten thousand layers of makeup on top of each other. I'm not saying all people with blonde hair are no-brained fashionistas, far from it, I meant the typical popular bimbo who has to have everything she wants. The type of girls I was used to hanging out with.
After a while she smiled up at me, popping her bubble gum, "Yeah?" I breathed a sigh of annoyed relief, "Miss Strase.." I said calmly, though I was breaking on the inside. "Oh, yeah! Room 102, she's in a pretty bad state. Sorry." She shrugged then turned back to her computer, leaving me with a sinking heart.
I trudged into the hall, taking in a deep breath as I opened the door, confused by what I saw. It wasn't Maya, it was another girl, badly bruised. A nurse solemnly walked in, let out a gasp when she saw me, and began to usher me out, "No, no, no! You mustn't see her so!"
"But.. Maya.." She looked at me as if I were crazy, "Her name is Melissa, Dear boy." I frowned, "Where is Maya..?" I whispered, afraid she'd passed away. "You're looking for her sister, Child. Right across the hall." I gave a worried nod, then shuffled off to the next door, anticipating what I would see.
~*~Maya's POV~*~
I had been awake for only a few minutes when the doorknob twisted, slowly moving towards me. I dropped down quickly, though it caused me minor waves of pain, I closed my eyes, not wanting to prattle on with the nurse. She'd want to talk about my family. She'd want to know about the accident.
Light steps made their way to the chair beside me, now replace with a light, nervous breathing. The person plopped down into the chair, murmuring something. Something about that voice was familiar. I cracked my eye open for a tiny peak, and what I saw made my heart leap into my thought, springing tears to my eyes.
Eric. He sat there, head bowed, hands intertwined, muttering worriedly. On his lap sat a manilla envelope, labeled "MAYA" in decorative, neat writing. I closed both my eyes tight, all but praying that he'd give up, set the envelope down, and leave for home.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, and was opening my eyes. The first thing I saw was a light as bright as the moon herself, blinding me terribly. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, helping me up. My first thought was the nurse, ready to ask away, but I was terribly wrong.
"Maya.." He whispered hoarsely. I looked at him, my eyes watering as if a dam hand been broken, the rive now crashing forward. "How.. How long?" He simply shook his head, "Since noon.." I peered at him, waiting for a reply, "It's past midnight now.. But, forget that, I.. The class wrote.. I mean, if you ever get bored.. Yeah." He stumbled over a few words, his eyes not leaving mine.
~*~Eric's POV~*~
"Your eyes are beautiful.." I muttered, but she didn't seem to hear, luckily. I sat down beside her, tears flowing freely from her eyes. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close as she weeped, "D-dead!" She murmured, crazed, "Th-they're all dead.." I shook my head, giving her a squeeze, "Melissa.. She's living."
I gave a small sigh as her head jerked up, staring at me with hopeful eyes, "She.. She lives?" I nodded, giving the smallest of smiles. "H-how.." Her words were more of a statement than a question, seeming to be asking someone other than me. "A.. coma.." My voice was quiet now, but not nearly as quiet as the soft bells that were hers, sugarcoated in worry and pain. The usually strong woman was now suffering in my arms, torn to pieces, completely vulnerable.
I was about to lay a peck on the top of her head when the doors burst open behind me, causing her to rise; slowly, but surely. I cast a glance behind me. Matthew.. Perfect. My goofy blonde-haired friend quickly gathered himself, darting clumsily to the bedside. "Maya..!" He gasped, he had obviously been running, his breath coming in quick, sharp spasms.
~*~ Matthew's POV~*~
I felt like an idiot after just barging into the room, where she could've been sleeping, but instead, I find Eric. As I went around him, I saw she was securely in his arms, her cheeks tear stricken and her eyes red and puffy, hands laid flat upon his chest.
I gasped out her name in a single breath, reaching over to caress her beautiful face. I pushed a frizzy strand of hair back from her face, her eyes overflowing again. She looked confused, lost, and most of all, frustrated. She probably wanted to be up, to be at her sister's side, rather than in bed with a broken leg, a busted head, and a hole in her side.
I'd heard briefly that she'd been impaled by a bit of debris when she was flung from the car, luckily, not fatally. Her leg had been bent at an odd angle, and the seat damaged from her head. At least, that's what we had been told, when we asked about her injuries. Everyone had been worried, almost everyone, anyway.
I just had to come see her, but when I was finally here, I regretted it. It was simply awful to see her in this state, I was afraid to touch her, for she might be harmed, but to watch her lay in the arms of not only another man, but my best friend, was simply torturous.
~*~Eric's POV~*~
There was an awkward silence between Matthew and I as I gently rocked her to sleep, secretly loving the feel of holding her in my arms. He was the one to speak first, "What are you doing here?" He stared at me curiously, as if that alone would bring forth the answer.
"I came to give her the notes we wrote in class. She was resting, and I wanted her to know that she was cared for. That she actually had friends who wanted her to be ok. What're you doing here?" He scowled, unsatisfied, "I came to see if she had read my letter, but it seems she's been distracted!" He growled, standing quickly.
"Oh, don't get mad over this, I comforted her when she cried! Do you hate me for helping her?" I quietly spat back, frustrated by his anger. "No! I'm mad over the way you hold her! The way you soothe her, the way she's in YOUR arms!" He nearly shouted, storming out the door. He was never that friendly at this time of day, he'll be forgiving tomorrow.
But what if he wasn't? Would he still hate me for loving her? But I had done nothing wrong! I simply comforted her when she needed someone, and I was the only around! He just didn't get it, sometimes. But.. Is it really that hard to misunderstand?
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I'm so sorry it was late! I mostly tried to clear some things up, get things going a bit. Please, please, vote and comment! Oh, and I have a new idea that I would like to try. A story.. That is written by majority rules! I would give the scenario, you vote/comment and the most popular is the winner! :) Tell me what you think, I'm rather excited about this idea.
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~*~Eric's POV~*~
When I'd heard about the accident, I felt like a truck had hit me. Now, I felt like jelly as I walked up the steps to the hospital, envelope in hand. My hands trembled, and my heart ached, I was so afraid they were just going to walk right up and say, "Sorry, she's dying. Want a lollipop?" like it was nothing. But it was something, it was a very important something, and I was afraid of that something.
I finally reached the front desk, waiting impatiently as the lady at behind the computer typed away. "Uh.. Excuse me? I'm here to see a M-"
"Just a moment!" she replied in a cheery tone, drumming away at the computer's keyboard. I doubted what she was doing was related to her job, she seemed a bit too happy, too young, and a bit too... Blonde to be a serious doctor. I shouldn't have used it the way I did, but it was true, she was all dressed up, with ten thousand layers of makeup on top of each other. I'm not saying all people with blonde hair are no-brained fashionistas, far from it, I meant the typical popular bimbo who has to have everything she wants. The type of girls I was used to hanging out with.
After a while she smiled up at me, popping her bubble gum, "Yeah?" I breathed a sigh of annoyed relief, "Miss Strase.." I said calmly, though I was breaking on the inside. "Oh, yeah! Room 102, she's in a pretty bad state. Sorry." She shrugged then turned back to her computer, leaving me with a sinking heart.
I trudged into the hall, taking in a deep breath as I opened the door, confused by what I saw. It wasn't Maya, it was another girl, badly bruised. A nurse solemnly walked in, let out a gasp when she saw me, and began to usher me out, "No, no, no! You mustn't see her so!"
"But.. Maya.." She looked at me as if I were crazy, "Her name is Melissa, Dear boy." I frowned, "Where is Maya..?" I whispered, afraid she'd passed away. "You're looking for her sister, Child. Right across the hall." I gave a worried nod, then shuffled off to the next door, anticipating what I would see.
~*~Maya's POV~*~
I had been awake for only a few minutes when the doorknob twisted, slowly moving towards me. I dropped down quickly, though it caused me minor waves of pain, I closed my eyes, not wanting to prattle on with the nurse. She'd want to talk about my family. She'd want to know about the accident.
Light steps made their way to the chair beside me, now replace with a light, nervous breathing. The person plopped down into the chair, murmuring something. Something about that voice was familiar. I cracked my eye open for a tiny peak, and what I saw made my heart leap into my thought, springing tears to my eyes.
Eric. He sat there, head bowed, hands intertwined, muttering worriedly. On his lap sat a manilla envelope, labeled "MAYA" in decorative, neat writing. I closed both my eyes tight, all but praying that he'd give up, set the envelope down, and leave for home.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, and was opening my eyes. The first thing I saw was a light as bright as the moon herself, blinding me terribly. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, helping me up. My first thought was the nurse, ready to ask away, but I was terribly wrong.
"Maya.." He whispered hoarsely. I looked at him, my eyes watering as if a dam hand been broken, the rive now crashing forward. "How.. How long?" He simply shook his head, "Since noon.." I peered at him, waiting for a reply, "It's past midnight now.. But, forget that, I.. The class wrote.. I mean, if you ever get bored.. Yeah." He stumbled over a few words, his eyes not leaving mine.
~*~Eric's POV~*~
"Your eyes are beautiful.." I muttered, but she didn't seem to hear, luckily. I sat down beside her, tears flowing freely from her eyes. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close as she weeped, "D-dead!" She murmured, crazed, "Th-they're all dead.." I shook my head, giving her a squeeze, "Melissa.. She's living."
I gave a small sigh as her head jerked up, staring at me with hopeful eyes, "She.. She lives?" I nodded, giving the smallest of smiles. "H-how.." Her words were more of a statement than a question, seeming to be asking someone other than me. "A.. coma.." My voice was quiet now, but not nearly as quiet as the soft bells that were hers, sugarcoated in worry and pain. The usually strong woman was now suffering in my arms, torn to pieces, completely vulnerable.
I was about to lay a peck on the top of her head when the doors burst open behind me, causing her to rise; slowly, but surely. I cast a glance behind me. Matthew.. Perfect. My goofy blonde-haired friend quickly gathered himself, darting clumsily to the bedside. "Maya..!" He gasped, he had obviously been running, his breath coming in quick, sharp spasms.
~*~ Matthew's POV~*~
I felt like an idiot after just barging into the room, where she could've been sleeping, but instead, I find Eric. As I went around him, I saw she was securely in his arms, her cheeks tear stricken and her eyes red and puffy, hands laid flat upon his chest.
I gasped out her name in a single breath, reaching over to caress her beautiful face. I pushed a frizzy strand of hair back from her face, her eyes overflowing again. She looked confused, lost, and most of all, frustrated. She probably wanted to be up, to be at her sister's side, rather than in bed with a broken leg, a busted head, and a hole in her side.
I'd heard briefly that she'd been impaled by a bit of debris when she was flung from the car, luckily, not fatally. Her leg had been bent at an odd angle, and the seat damaged from her head. At least, that's what we had been told, when we asked about her injuries. Everyone had been worried, almost everyone, anyway.
I just had to come see her, but when I was finally here, I regretted it. It was simply awful to see her in this state, I was afraid to touch her, for she might be harmed, but to watch her lay in the arms of not only another man, but my best friend, was simply torturous.
~*~Eric's POV~*~
There was an awkward silence between Matthew and I as I gently rocked her to sleep, secretly loving the feel of holding her in my arms. He was the one to speak first, "What are you doing here?" He stared at me curiously, as if that alone would bring forth the answer.
"I came to give her the notes we wrote in class. She was resting, and I wanted her to know that she was cared for. That she actually had friends who wanted her to be ok. What're you doing here?" He scowled, unsatisfied, "I came to see if she had read my letter, but it seems she's been distracted!" He growled, standing quickly.
"Oh, don't get mad over this, I comforted her when she cried! Do you hate me for helping her?" I quietly spat back, frustrated by his anger. "No! I'm mad over the way you hold her! The way you soothe her, the way she's in YOUR arms!" He nearly shouted, storming out the door. He was never that friendly at this time of day, he'll be forgiving tomorrow.
But what if he wasn't? Would he still hate me for loving her? But I had done nothing wrong! I simply comforted her when she needed someone, and I was the only around! He just didn't get it, sometimes. But.. Is it really that hard to misunderstand?
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I'm so sorry it was late! I mostly tried to clear some things up, get things going a bit. Please, please, vote and comment! Oh, and I have a new idea that I would like to try. A story.. That is written by majority rules! I would give the scenario, you vote/comment and the most popular is the winner! :) Tell me what you think, I'm rather excited about this idea.
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