Apparently I’ve been in a coma for two whole ass weeks and woke up about two hours ago.
It’s not the shock of having been in a coma for a while that’s making me detach from the world, though I wish it was. It’s Luan not being here.
I get it.
I was in a car crash, and he lost his best friend in one.Hewas in one before. Luan’s traumatized and I think he couldn’t go through this again. He couldn’t watch someone else he loves leave him because the last time this happened, Luan turned into someone he couldn’t recognize.
Which is precisely what’s got me worried.
Colin said he’s trying to reach him, but Luan just won’t pick up his phone. And yes, he might be asleep given that it’s four in the morning, I think, but some part of me worries that he is in some bar, drinking again.
He wouldn’t do that. Luan’s sober, and he knows what he’s got to lose if he ever starts drinking again.
It still sucks that he isn’t picking up his phone, or that he’s not here in the first place, but since I know why, I don’t take it badly.
“I take it he’s still not picking up?” Miles asks as Colin throws his phone onto the armchair beside him, looking defeated.
“It went straight to voicemail this time.”
Lily cocks her head at her husband. “Really?”
Colin nods.
“That’s so strange,” Aaron notes. He wraps his arms around Sofia’s neck and rests his chin on the top of her head. “First he doesn’t leave this room for a whole week and now it’s like he—”
“What?” I interject, feeling my eyebrows furrow. Or maybe that’s my imagination. At this point, I am not even sure I canmovemy face at all. I’m pumped with morphine to reduce the pain in my body, and I’m actually waiting to be high as a kite so I can stop worrying about my boyfriend and my hockey career, but I think whatever Aaron just said sobered me up real good.
“Yeah, Luan’s been sitting by your side all day and night for like nine days, only to disappear. I swear, he barely even wanted to get up to use the toilet. Sun had to force him to eat and drink. Before he left, he demanded either one of us shouldalwaysbe with you because he fears you might not wake up again should you ever be alone,” Miles tells me. “He left, and I thought he finally decided to take a shower, but he never returned.”
Luan was here.
And then he wasn’t anymore.
That doesn’t sound like him, does it? Well, it does in some ways, but then it doesn’t anymore.
The Luan I know wouldn’t just run off like that.
Or maybe that’s exactly what he’d do.
“And neither of you thought to look for him at his house?!”
When I woke up and I found all of my friends—excluding Emory because she’s eight or nine months pregnant now—, Brooke and Eden, and my mom and sister standing inside of a way too white room, staring at me, I thought this was my end. I thought I had died.
I didn’t remember what happened, but those memoriesslowlymade it back to me. At least to a certain point. The last thing I remember is me getting onto a plane to L.A.
So when they told me that I am in a hospital in L.A., my first thought was we had a plane crash that I somehow survived, but nope, apparently three cars crashed into our bus on our way to the arena.
Then talking about a hockey arena, I had to suit up because the following news would ruin my life.
My mom told me that I was out for the entire season, but that would be okay because the whole team wasn’t going to play anymore to honor those of us who didn’t make it out of the accident without any bad injuries. That would be five of us, though only three of those five were in a coma—me included, apparently.
It’s speculated that the accident wasn’t an accident, or so myfriendsbelieve. The police never gave a statement on it, let alone bothered to investigate the matter.
Anyway, my shoulder is broken as is one other bone in my arm. If I am lucky, the fractures will heal perfectly, and I will be good to play again. If I am unlucky, I will need months of rehab and tons of practice to even regain the ability tomovemy arm. If that’s the case, my career ended with this accident.
After that whole shock wore off—which also didn’t really last long—I started to look around for my boyfriend. He was the first person I wanted to see when I woke up… but he wasn’t there.
As it seems, I woke up too late.
