09-19-2010, 06:41 PM
Aysel nodded, her body beginning to shake lightly, but not from the cold. She held her sobs inside again, letting them spread through her body. "Alright..." She whispered quietly. She didn't care that the sight of Michelle, hooked up to machines and on the line between life and death, would most likely make her sick, but she had to see her best friend alive. Without looking at the others, Aysel made her way to Michelle's room quickly, pushing away the doubts she felt about Michelle being alive. She reached the room and for a split second debated walking through that door. She finally did, pushing it open and immediately freezing. The color slipped from her face and Aysel went as pale as a ghost. She had never liked hospitals in the first place, the feeling of death and pain always hovering around you, and the sight of her best friend hooked up to a million different machines with a million bandages covering her nearly made Aysel vomit. However, she held it in as she strolled slowly to Michelle's side. She gently picked up her hand and saw the silver cross necklace on the bedside table. Aysel gently wrapped it around her friend's neck and clipped it in place.
Mason wrapped an arm around Selena to comfort her and himself as the doctor revealed the news he would have otherwise kept a secret. "What are her chances," he asked before the doctor walked away, not sure if he would answer. He watched his sister stride quickly to Michelle's room. He saw the girl who had been bent over Michelle, and his eyesbrows raised in unasked questions. "Do you want to go see her," he asked Selena, not wanting to leave her alone. He desperately wanted to see Michelle, but in a way he didn't want to see her. He wanted to know she was alive, but he didn't want to see her lying in that blank room, in the small gurney bed, with needles connected to machines poking in her skin. He didn't want to see the white bandages wrapped around her, making her seem even smaller, frailer, and more pale. He flinched as the mental image played in his mind, and he pitied the site his sister was most likely seeing, at least semi similar to the one inside his mind's eye. He held these fears of her condition inside, not daring to share them with any of the others, though he was sure they felt the same.
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