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

for men his age. Glasses protected brown orbs and when he smiled lines of age creases at the corners

unmistakable pity in his eyes. I draw my eyes away, feeling like

to worry about. But usually patients who have suffered the injury your husband had endured do not–” He drew out as

to see his expression, gauge for any dishonesty. “Do not what doctor?” I did not mean for my tone

my gaze to the clipboard he held

“Sorry.” I apologize.

I will inform you that your husband Blake, he might not be the same after he has awakened from the coma. You

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

I suddenly get a tiny spark of warmth. He was always

was beating around the bush, they always do this when they‘re about to deliver bad news. But all I wanted was for him to just rip off the band aid and tell me exactly what he

had not remembered his name when he had informed me of it

the small bed. He looked so

appreciate that you‘re trying your very best to not upset me with whatever you‘re about to say. But I can handle it, let it out. The more you beat around the bush the more it‘s killing me.” I rushed out on a single breath. Then sucked in some air

brains that are swelled normally take days to weeks to wake up

wrapping around Blake‘s more firmly. I

“Can you leave us alone

down something on the paper attached