"Coral Stewart is going to be okay," the doctor tells all of us, smiling softly.

I hear everyone sigh in relief around me, but I don't feel as relieved. My heart still feels like it's suffocating inside me. Coral almost died because of me.

Because of me. What I said to her. I almost killed her, just because she was in love with someone else. She told me what she did was a mistake, and it's true people make mistakes. I told her to leave me alone, and she almost did.

"Is she awake?" I ask. It's been a few weeks, and they replaced all the blood in her body. They couldn't stitch her arm because it could cut into the vein again, and so they bandaged it and let it heal on it's own.

"Not fully. She seems to be waking up slowly, but she's not completely awake. When she does wake up, she is going to need counseling. Where are her parents?" The doctor asks.

My stomach tightens and I shake my head. "I don't know." I close my eyes, not wanting to tell Coral that. Her parents didn't show up, even though they were informed about what happened.

They didn't come to see their dying daughter. What is wrong with them?

I stand up. "Please can I see her?" I beg the doctor. He hasn't let anyone inside, because we're not family. He says it's better if we stay out of her room, because he doesn't know why she tried to...

"Please?" I whisper. "Just for a second. I need to see her."

"Okay. Five minutes." The doctor nods.

I spin around and walk into Coral's room, not wasting one second of the time I have with her. I stay silent as I close the door to the hospital room.

The room is quite small. There is only the bed, a sink, one chair and the hospital equipment. All the walls are white and completely plain.

She is lying on a bed, wires going in and out of her, and she is clothed in a hospital gown. There is the annoying, yet comforting sound of the heart rate monitor.

She's alive.

I sit down on a chair next to Coral's bed, and I take her hand in mine. "Coral. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do this. I didn't mean to say what I did. I love-"

"Wyatt?" Coral whispers. I look up, my heart racing as I see her eyes looking up at me.

She looks slightly confused. "What am I doing here? Why am I awake? Where is-" She starts panicking, looking down at the hospital gown. "No. I'm supposed to be dead. What are you doing here? What am I doing here? I don't... I don't want to be here. I..." I watch her in shock and slight fear, as tears start to fall down her cheeks when she realizes what's happening.

"I'm such a disappointment. I couldn't even kill myself without failing," she screams, more tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Where is my mom?" she whispers. The doctor as well as two other nurses rush in through the door.

"Coral..." I whisper, shaking my head.

"Where is she? Is she on her way? She's coming, right?" she asks.

"Sir, please leave the room. She's not stable and you're clearly not helping," the doctor says.

I stand up from the chair, letting go of her hand. Then, I turn, and I walk out. I can't tell her that her mother didn't show up. I can't tell her that her mother isn't coming.

How could I say that to a girl who still wants to die?

I sit down again in a chair outside the room. The only one here still, other than me, is Jason. "Where are they?" I ask. Surprisingly, all of the boys have been here every day, from after school until it got dark, and then they go home. I did too, except I stayed here at night and went to school late. I couldn't leave without knowing if Coral was going to be okay.

It took a while, and the doctors refused to tell me anything because I'm not family. They didn't know that by not telling me, they were killing me as well.

"They're downstairs, at the café, getting food." Jason brings me out of my thoughts and I just nod, putting my face in my hands.

If I lost Coral...

I shake my head. I didn't lose her. She's here and she is going to be okay.

"Wyatt?" I look up at the doctor who called my name. "Sir, Coral refuses to talk to me. She wants to talk to you again."

"Me? She wants to talk to me?"

He nods and I stand up, feeling anxious. I shove my hands into my pockets and I walk into the hospital room again.

"Wyatt." Coral watches me. There are still tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" I ask, walking towards her. She is now sitting, because the bed has been adjusted to be at a sitting angle.

She nods. "I should have been stronger."

"No. No. I should have been there. You needed someone and I wasn't there for you. I could have been there. If you took your life and it worked... If you left me," I whisper, shaking my head at the thought. "You might as well have just killed me too, because I am insanely in love with you, and I would have died inside."

"You still love me?" she laughs and shakes her head. "No you don't. You said you never did." Her face creases in extreme pain when she says that, and she turns to look away from me.

"I love you, Coral. No matter what, I will always love you. You could tear my heart to peices, but I don't care because I love you, and I can't lose you. Not again." She shifts slightly in the bed, and I climb on next to her, wrapping my arms around her.

"I should've died. Just like that girl said," she whispers so softly, I almost can't hear her. "If I looked like you, I would sit my wrists... She was right."

"Please, Coral," my voice cracks along with my heart. "You mean so much to me. You mean so much to all of us. I can't..." I shake my head.

She stays silent for a while. "My mom didn't come," she whispers softly.

"She loves you, Coral. Maybe not as much as I do, because I'm not leaving your side again, but she loves you." I take her hand and intertwine it with mine. "It doesn't matter what happens, okay? I will always love you, and I can't let you go again. Even if you can't love me back. You have so many people that really care about you, even though it may not seem like it at times, and you are never alone. And you are so beautiful."

She let's go of my hand immediately. "This is pity," she states. My heart immediately drops to the bottom of my stomach. She doesn't believe that I love her.

I can't even blame her for thinking that.

"Pity," I whisper and look away. I wouldn't tell her I love her if I didn't. Maybe what she did opened my eyes, but if she actually died I wouldn't ever be able to live with myself. I need to prove I love her.

I stand up, and she lifts her head to look at me. There is curiosity swimming in her eyes and I smile. "I'll be right back," I whisper, then walk out.

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