Finally, the ambulance arrives. It screeches to a halt; the paramedics rush out, wheeling Erica into the ambulance immediately. They're speaking in quick, low voices. I can barely hear it. "I'm coming too, lads." I inform them, refusing to be left behind. They escorted me inside and speed off for the hospital. These seconds drag on forever. I'm worried sick about her. I can hear the sirens blaring from inside the vehicle, and the 2 paramedics begin to assess Erica's condition. A bad feeling crawls under my skin.
Paramedic 1: "She's got a broken ankle, that's for sure." He's patting her leg, feeling around her ankle. She winces in her sleep.
Paramedic 2: "I think she's got a concussion as well. With a fall from that height, it's unavoidable."
Paramedic 1: "She's breathing.... But she isn't conscious... Let's try to wake her up.."
*Both paramedics tried tapping her; paramedic one poured cold water on her* *She doesn't respond*
Paramedic 2: "She's out cold.."
Paramedic 1: (whispering to paramedic 2) "I hate to rush to conclusions..... But.. I think she's in a coma." They both look over at me, a scared expression crosses both of their faces.
*At the hospital*
I'm impatiently sitting near her bedside, waiting for results. I break a sweat and begin to panic... I wonder what those paramedics were saying... Why did they look at me like that? Is she okay? Why hasn't she woken up yet? This is all my fault... A tinge of guilt pierces my heart... What have I done? I feel myself tearing up, but push the tears back. I will not cry. I repeat it to myself until I slightly believe it... The doctor walks in, smiling at me.
"You're Harry? Her boyfriend, right?" She asks me, glancing up and down from her clipboard to me. I nod and clear my throat,
"Yep, that's me. Harry Styles." I shake her hand, "How's Erica? What's the situation?" A pained expression crosses her face, and she clenches her teeth a little.
"The tests results show, she has a broken ankle, and from the looks of it..," she stops mid sentence and looks Erica lying helplessly in the bed,
"I'm sorry to say, but she's in a coma..." I clench my jaw and slam my fist to the table next to me. I'm enraged, hurt, and confused. This isn't right.
"Tha-that just can't be!!!! An hour ago, she was awake, and laying with me!! And the tour.. She's supposed to come with me!" The tears are back, and can't be forced back anymore. My voice is hoarse, "THAT SHOULD BE ME! Not her! She didn't deserve this, she should be awake right now."
The nurse can see I'm clearly distraught, and pats me on the back.
The way she's patting me brings me a lot of discomfort. "Don't touch me." I mumble, "I only want to feel her touch."
The doctor leaves to run some more tests, and gives me a moment of peace to myself. I can't stop looking over at Erica's bed. She looks lifeless; her once smiling face now a slight frown. She looked pained, as if something was happening to her.
Everything is faint, hazy, and dark. I feel trapped-- paralyzed. I feel like I'm walking around, but I know for fact I'm not. I can hear voices around me... Harry's voice. He's yelling at someone about me. "Harry??" I call out into the blackness, "Can you hear me?" No response. Am I dying? No, I can't be. I don't know where I am or what's going on, but I know I can't give up. "Open your eyes! OPEN YOUR EYES!" Harry's familiar voice calls to me, echoing through the dark. A cold feeling trembles under my skin. It's haunting.
"My eyes ARE open!" I scream back. No response, again. Why can't he hear me? I feel around the darkness in search of something- a light, door, phone- anything. But there is nothing. Touch is not a sense wherever I am. I don't think I'm on earth anymore, a scary thought. This is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I need out. How do I escape this dark labyrinth?