Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov

There are a lot of things that scare me but seeing Blake on the hospital bed, looking, so useless with a breathing tube down his throat was the most scared I‘ve ever been.

From where I am standing, I could distinctly see a white bandage wrapped around his head. And as I walk closer the ugly red on his skin is visible to the naked eye Bruises I only hoped would heal was scattered on his face.

I could not seem to think, my emotions, they felt like they were not part of me. My heart pained yet it felt numb. Was that normal? My stomach churn, breathing now harsh. It felt like every breath I took was now constricted.

There I stood beside his bed, my husband‘s bed looking at his unmoving body. His eyes were shut, face pale like the color of uncooked oats. There were also red and raw scratches on his handsome face. I let out a sob.

He did not look like my Blake.

The doctor spoke but I only got half the words he had been uttering for the past five minutes. He didn‘t seem to acknowledge that I was barely listening to him, he showed no signs of it.

“He had been shot at the back of his head, thankfully the bullet did not hit anything vital to kill him. But we have placed him in an induced coma to help the swelling of his brain–”

My head was heavy, eyes not at all clear because of the moisture of incoming tears. Coma. The word was not something I liked to hear.

“Will he wake up?” I find my sudden dry lips crack open to ask this question. I had not lifted my eyes away from Blake as yet but I did now to stare at the doctor. 2

head. It was common for men his age. Glasses protected brown orbs and when he smiled lines of age creases

but when I looked closer. There was unmistakable pity in his eyes. I

had endured

for any dishonesty. “Do not what doctor?” I did not mean

sag in defeat. I dropped my gaze to

“Sorry.” I apologize.

might not be the same after he has awakened from the coma. You see patients that have suffered that kind of trauma to their

froze, fingers cold as I reach over and touch Blake‘s equally cold fingers. But

hand I suddenly get a tiny spark of

to deliver bad news. But all I wanted was for him

the doctor‘s name badge, Unfortunately I had not remembered his name

I could‘ve registered was Blake‘s still body on the small bed. He looked

more you beat around the bush the more it‘s killing me.” I rushed out

could even be left disabled. Patients whose brains that are swelled normally take days to weeks

more firmly. I rake

draw my eyes back to the doctor, his eyes now clearly showing pity. “Can you leave us alone for a few minutes?” It comes out croaky from

attached to the clipboard. “Sure, take all the time