II
The water cascades down my shoulders. I should know the temperature of it but I just can't feel it, and it's not like it bothers me anyway.
To me, the world has stopped the moment the accident happened. It all fucking stopped, and I can't fucking comprehend how everyone is still able to move, to run around the goddamned place like chickens without heads, hurrying to do whatever shit they need to attend to.
That's just out of my capability to understand.
I turn off the shower, not remembering if I used the shower gel or not.
Again, not like I fucking care.
I wipe my body and scrub my hair, leaving it damp, and just throw on clothes my mother in law prepared for me on my bed.
Well, technically she's not my mother in law, but let's leave that shit for now. I've spent way too much of my fucking time crying about the fact how I was going to propose to her and over the whole idea of our future together.
"I've made you something to eat. Come downstairs when you're ready, will you?" my mother in law knocks on the door to inform me, and I open it up, getting a good look at her.
She has dark circles under her eyes and her hair looks like it hasn't been combed in weeks. I know this hasn't been easy for her at all, but I don't have enough energy to keep my fucking spirits from driving me insane, much less to try to comfort her. Because of that, I just get ready to make up another shitty excuse to leave this fucking apartment and return to my baby as soon as possible.
"Actually, Beatrice, I remembered I forgot my phone there-"
"Please, Axel, just eat something warm. Please. You need to be healthy for when Sophie wakes up." she forces a smile and I really fucking admire her for a moment, her and her willpower to actually smile at a time like this.
I sigh. "Beatrice..." I trail off. The urge to return to Sophie is getting stronger with every second.
"Please. Just five minutes and then you can go back to hospital." she pleads and I know I've already lost this battle.
"Two minutes." I say, brushing past her and heading straight towards the kitchen.
Today has been the first day that I actually found the kitchen in my giant new apartment on the first try. Assuming by how large this place is, I'll need to hire a house keeper or two, at least in the morning and to cook me and Sophie lunch, but I'll like to have the afternoons private with my future wife.
That is, if she ever wakes up from the coma.
"You're eating something?" coach asks in surprise when he sees me enter the kitchen and I just mumble in response, heading straight for the plate of chicken soup on the table.
I see him whisper "Good job" into Beatrice's ear when she trails in behind me, and I roll my eyes.
This acting like I'm half child, half mental patient has been getting on my fucking nerves, but I don't feel like arguing, so I just let it slip every time.
"Bye." I mumble as I finish, rushing out of the apartment and driving back to the hospital.
Sophie being so far away from me, unconcious, has been driving me nuts. She can't protect herself and since she's my girlfriend, somebody could kidnap her and then demand money that I don't have yet.
Also, having to go through a crowd of paparazzis each time I exit my house or enter the hospital or vice versa has been driving me fucking insane, especially with their fucking questions.
I have no fucking idea how a job as intrusive as this can be legal.
Basically, when adding all of these up, I find myself craving to have Sophie safe at home with me, and with her own personal nurse by her side at all times.
I just need doctor's approval, and it's done.
Lost in my thoughts, I don't even remember driving to the hospital, I just appear at the parking lot, groaning when I see the usual group of paparazzis.
Pulling my hood over my head, I go to walk through them.
"Hey, Axel, is it true that your girlfriend is in coma?"
"Is it true that you were about to propose to her?"
"Is it true that it's your fault?"
At the last fucking question, I need to squeeze my eyes and fists as hard as I can and remember myself multiple times that I can't be by Soph's side if I murder the journalist and end in prison.
With a lot of fucking difficulty, I move away from them, entering the hospital and heading for the usual room, only to recieve a shock when I arrive there.
"What the actual fuck are you doing here?!" I growl.