Michael had me down as his next of kin.
Yeah, pretty fucked up considering everything.
Even unconscious he’s still trying to keep some control over me.
And now, here I stand, outside of his hospital room, debating whether I can actually go in there or not.
The phone call was to tell me that Michael had took a turn for the worst. His body suffered convulsions of some sort, and it’s down to me to decide where to go from here.
Funny how when I first answered the phone, I thought that he had a small amount of power over me, but it actually turns out that I am the one with all of the power here.
He put me as his next of kin, ultimately giving me the decision over his future.
Do I want that decision? Fuck no.
But I’ve got it, and here I am.
Cal stands beside me, and the police have been informed by the hospital and by myself. Standard procedure seeing as I have control over the life of the man that tried to kill me. What kind of fucked up world is this?
I take a few deep breaths and Cal gently squeezes my hand. I want to look at him, but I can’t. I have to focus on myself right now. I have to get through this and come out of it the strong woman that I am today. Because I am strong, and I am working through my issues, and I’ll be damned if I am going to let fucking Michael make me take several steps back.
I can do this.
I can go in there.
“I’m ready,” I say as I continue to stare at the door. I don’t want to see the worried look on Cal’s face. He doesn’t need to worry, he needs to know that I am going to shut this bastard out of my life once and for all.
“You want me to go in with you?” Cal says, but I shake my head.
“I need to do this by myself.”
My words are something I never thought I would say.
I never thought I would be stood here with the love of my life, ready to dive head first into the future whilst leaving the tragedy of my past behind.
I remove my hand from Cal’s and go to the door that hides the devil behind it. Resting my fingers on the door handle, I feel the nerves fluttering around inside of me.
I can do this.
I don’t need to be afraid anymore.
He can’t hurt me.
In order to hurt me, I’d have to let the bastard back in, and I firmly shut him out of my heart weeks ago.
I push the handle down and walk inside, closing the door behind me so that the small part of me that wants to run away doesn’t let me chicken out.
My eyes rise to the bed, to where he lays, an oxygen machine breathing for him.
A nurse is stood beside the bed, her back to me as she writes down something on the notes in front of her that are attached to a clipboard. She turns around and gives me a smile.
“Hello,” she says, catching me completely unawares.
“Hi,” I say as I stay rooted to the spot.
“Do you have permission to be in here?” she asks, turning her body and walking towards me.
“I’m… I’m Lucy, his next of kin,” I stammer.
