…Lucas POV…
The drive to the Hospital is near to torture as I feel torn away from Lexi for each ticking second too long. The only thought that consumed me as I sat there in silence, trying my best not to show the tears that wanted to burn with pain down cheeks that had gone pale and near damn cold, the only single thing that ran through my mind is that all of this is my fault.
If I were not fucking cheating when I was supposed to be with her, then none of this would have happened. I will wallow in my own misery rightfully deserved if anything has to happen to her.
So here I am, I am standing in a godforsaken waiting room. With each second that the clock ticks to a minute, there is a small piece of me that is slowly dying.
The hardest thing in life is having patience. They say the longer something takes, the better the outcome. Well, I say it is bullshit.
We have been waiting like what seems forever. Everyone is trying their level best to calm me down and assure me that everything is going to be okay. Well, I have had enough.
"The next fucking person that tells me to calm down is getting punched."
Then Colton reluctantly steps forward. "Lucas, at least sit down then. That racing up and down is not doing your heart any good."
I only but snap at him as he steps two steps back out of the fear that my fist will make an impact with his face. Yet I look at him with one dumbfounded look upon my face, "What the fuck does walking up and down have to do with my heart?"
Then next is Hunter, my second-in-command that comes with his best attempt, "Please come with me so we can get coffee."
"Colton just fucking said I am racing my heart rate up," I pause for a few moments as I shake my head. "Now, you want to give me caffeine?"
Well, this man has always been a wise-ass; he can be fucking lucky that he is so far away, for he dares to continue, "Then can I get you decaf then?"
"Do I look like someone that drinks goddamn decaf coffee?"
Hunter, too, steps two steps back far from my reach, yet he is not ready to give up, "Then come get some fresh air."
"I am breathing perfectly fine. I don't need fucking fresh air!"
With both of them feeling rather defeated, I continue to pace the length of the floor. The longer this Doctor is taking, the worse the images of so many scenarios run through my mind in endless circles.
"Why the fuck is this Doctor taking so long?" Well, I have had enough of waiting, so I look at Colton, "Colton, please go find this Doctor before I break his fucking legs." Then I turn to Hunter, "Please go get me that coffee with caffeine."
With that, everyone fucks off, leaving me alone with Savanah. She only looks at me for a brief moment, after a few seconds of staring me in the eyes, "Lucas, come take a seat."
Very reluctantly, with my eyes still focussed on the door, I sit down next to her, my heart is beating fast, and I feel that I can burst out crying any second.
"Fuck Savanah, I am so goddamn scared. I don't know what I am going to do if something happens to her."
"Lucas, I just know she will be okay. You guys have been through so much shit, and it always works out."
"This is the kind of thing I cannot control. I can save her, I can even fix her, but my damn hands are tied here."
"Lucas, she is a fighter; she is one damn hard-ass stubborn woman."
I cannot help but chuckle at her, "If the damn woman did not come and to kick my fucking cheating ass, then she would… You know, fuck that shit. That is in the past; all I want for her is to be okay."
Just as my tears dry up, I see Hunter come back with the coffee, "Here, boss, I put some extra sugar in for you."
"Seriously? Do you want to kill me?"
Just then, Colton comes back with the Doctor. I did not quite think he would get it right, but I was extremely shocked when I saw how he got the Doctor here.
"Colton, I did not mean bring the Doctor here with a gun stuck in his back."
"Boss, he did not want to come, so I had to find a way to get him here."
"So who the fuck is with Lexi then."
The Doctor only clears his throat as he steps nervously around. Well, I can only think what he thinks of our bunch. Then he mumbles before he starts to speak, "There is another Doctor and Nurse with her."
"How is she? Is she okay?"
With that, I wink at Colton to take his gun out the side of the Doctor that seems very much relieved now. Yet, he carries on, "I do not want to know what you boys are into, but..."
"It is none of your fucking business. I ask you a question. How is Lexi?"
He seems to look rather concerned, and I know that I am not about to like what he is going to tell me. With only but a half-smile, he reaches his hand to greet me, "Dr. Johnson."
Not giving much thought to his novelties, I immediately interrupt him, "How is Lexi? Which part of the question do you not understand?"
I watch as he hesitates for but a moment, then as he starts to speak, it feels as if I am in a completely different world. I watch his lips moving, but I do not register a single word that he is saying. "She has lost a lot of blood; she had internal bleeding, but we managed to stop it with a successful surgery."
"Is she okay?"
Then I watch as he goes silent; I know he is waiting for me to ask the question. By the expression on his face, I see that there is a lot that he wishes he did not want to tell me. Do I dread what is about to come? I wish that Lexi did not find herself in this situation. I will merely die if he has to give me the worst news today.
I grip a hold of my Ruger that is tucked in my back, "This is the last time I am asking you. Is Lexi okay?"
"She sustained a severe head injury."
I stop him before he can say another single word, "What do you mean by severe? How severe?"
"Son, I am afraid that your girlfriend is in a coma."
In almost an instant, that suffocating grip to my chest returns, but only this time it is strangling harder; it is squeezing every last inch of breath from me. My voice rumbles as it echoes to every crack and crevice. The pain consumes my body. I cannot move. I cannot control even my fucking legs. For the second time tonight, this goddamn ruthless man crashes to the ground.
As Colton helps me to sit down, I turn to the Doctor once again, "How long? How long is she going to be in this coma?"
"Son, I cannot tell you that. It might be a day or even a couple of months."
For the second time tonight, there is a fit of deep anger that starts boiling from deep in my core, it seems that I have to keep on repeating myself, "What do you fucking know? What can you tell me?"
"Sorry, there is nothing more I can tell you. But she is stable."
I did not think that when I came here, the news would have been this bad. The was even a part, for a short while, that thought that Lexi would not have made it. But I had faith that she would be all right.
After composing myself, I look at the Doctor with what can only be described as a stare of death, "I want to see her."
"Son, I can't allow visitors just yet."
"I am not your fucking son! I don't care what you can allow. I want to see my girlfriend."
The Doctor leads me to the room where my Lexi is in. It is intimidation and foreboding. There is only one light above her head, with her bed being right in the center. She is hooked up to all these machines that make that same godawful beep. There are tubes coming from her mouth, but apart from all of this, with her eyes closed, she seems to be so peaceful.
As the Doctor turns around to leave the room, I pull a chair closer and sit by her side, "Fuck, baby doll. You better fight this."
I lay my head against her chest; her heart is still beating strong, but is it the machine that is helping? Yet again, I realize that as long as that machine is beeping that her heart is still alive and that she is going nowhere.
And nowhere is where I am going until this woman opens her eyes; they will have to throw me out of the building to get me to leave her side.