Eyes Like Fire: Part 7

Months passed by, and soon Summer found herself not visiting Blake in 3 months to the day. She felt awful, but she simply couldn't bear the pain of witnessing her boyfriend in a coma. What if he never came out? And even if he did...what if he didn't remember her, or their relationship. What would the new Blake be like? Maybe she was better off not knowing...1

Eventually, she worked up enough courage to return to the hospital and check up on Blake. Maybe he was showing signs of coming out of his coma...acknowledging activity around him and beginning to respond to communications towards him. Her hopes not quite sky-high, she reluctantly drove over to the hospital.2

As she entered the building, a familiar, yet far away feeling of mourning and loss swooped over her. She didn't want to be here...but she was going to go through with it, because she knew Blake would've done this much and more for her if she were in his position. Forcing herself to carry her body over to the counter, she double-checked that Blake was still in his original room...and that he was. Room 518...floor 5, ninth room on the left--she still had the pattern memorized from her last and only visit. 3

Her wait in the elevator seemed like an eternity before she heard the bell ding as she arrived on her desired floor. Stepping out of the elevator, she automatically walked towards room 518, barely thinking of where she was going. Entering the room, she spotted Blake on his hospital bed...still and quiet. Taking a deep breath of anticipation, she walked over and sat next to him in the same chair as she had before. It had been 3 months now since the last time she had seen him. It looked as if his position had barely shifted an inch...she noticed the doctor's clipboard on a table next to her. Forcing herself to avoid the words "Coma Patient" written in bold, red letters at the top of the sheet, she scanned the paper for any notes of improvement....4

"None".5

Her heart dropped as she read of Blake not improving. The further she read, the stronger her doubts grew of Blake recovering from his coma. She felt as if she was the one to blame...the ONLY one to blame. If only she had stayed inside the building with him, or dragged him out of his home by her side...neither one of them would be in the position they were now. Wiping a tear that started to trickle down her cheek down to her lips, she noticed that it was only a little over a year ago that she had met this amazing guy and fallen in love. She would never move on, not that she wanted to anyways. She longed for everything about him. The look in his eyes, his touch, his embrace, his smile, his voice, his kiss....and most of all his love. Unable to control her emotions, she broke down in tears. One by one, tears trickled off her cheeks onto her hands which now were strongly grasping Blake's. Her heart was in a different place now...it wasn't vulnerable or open to somebody else to have or love. She shared no passion for anyone else like Blake...never has, never will. 6

With one last sniffle, Summer placed a soft kiss on Blake's cheek. She would never forget him...her heart had now been devoted for eternity. She glanced up to his eyes, shut, motionless. She wondered what visions were occurring behind those gentle eyelids. If only she could have one last wish, she would wish that for one last time, a vision of her could be forever held within his gorgeous eyes of fire...that had merely gone cold.......7