Chapter Seventeen
Tommy
“Get out of my way!” I demand as I try to push past my family.
What is it they don’t understand? I’ll force my way through them if they don’t fucking move soon. I am sick to death of being kept away from my girl, first my sister, now this?
I will not be kept away from her any longer.
There is nothing that anyone can say that will stop me from getting to her right now. I am utterly inconsolable. She is awake and alone in that room. She can’t be alone. I remember how much she hates it.
“Maya?”
She doesn’t reply but I can hear whimpers coming from somewhere in her dark bedroom.
“Maya, it’s me. I was worried when I hadn’t heard off you.” Understatement of the century, I lost my shit. She always replies or picks up the phone. “I used the spare key to get in, I needed to make sure you are okay.”
I can still hear her soft cries, I think there coming from near the window. Slowly I creep around to the other side of her bed and find her, curled up into a ball on the floor.
“Baby, what’s going on? Who hurt you?” I rasp out dropping to my knees in front of her. Pushing the hair back from her damp, tear stained face. I lift her head gently with both hands. “Talk to me.”
She still doesn’t speak, but she looks at me. Her eyes burning a hole into mine. They look so sad, tears still leaking out of the corners. Her cute little nose is bright red, and her cheeks are puffy.
“Tell me what you need,” I say, trying to get anything out of her.
“You. I… I don’t like to be alone.”
“If you don’t move right now, I’ll fucking move you myself!” I bark out the order, my rage simmering to beyond boiling point. “So move, now!”
“Tommy!” Gracie is now in front of me, grabbing onto my arms shaking me. “You have to listen to us. You cannot go in there,” She says the words slowly, pronouncing each one like it might help me to understand better. “She’s in a really bad way. She didn’t know who Fallon was.”
Huh? How could she not know who Fallon is. They’ve been best friends since high school. I’m about to argue some more when the door to her room opens gently, Dr Smyth slipping out and shutting it quickly.
Suddenly we’re all quiet, staring at him expectantly. He hasn’t taken us in yet, sadness behind his eyes for a moment before he swiftly hides it behind his usual guarded mask.
“At the moment Maya has requested no visitors, and I have to agree. It is best that we don’t overwhelm her anymore than she already is.
The shouting out here has left her really unsettled,” He says, eyeing us like we’re school children.
“I am under the impression that Maya is suffering with memory loss. I can’t say anymore on the matter until the specialist comes in.
From what she has told me, it’s very likely some form of amnesia. ”
No.
This can’t be happening.
Heaving out a sigh, showing the tiredness he must feel, he continues. “I’m just going to contact the team now so they can send someone down here to speak with Maya. Only then will we know more of how this may affect her. It could be hours, months, years.”
“Please,” I beg, I’m at breaking point here. “Let me see her, if only for a minute. She needs to know I’m here.”
“I’m sorry, I really can’t let you in. It’s at her request. She’s frightened right now and struggling to cope with so many faces she doesn’t recognise.
Just give her some time, wait around for a while to see what they say after they’ve been in,” He looks at me sympathetically.
“I’ll be right back, please respect her wishes. ”
Well shit, how can I say no to that. Every fibre of my being wants to run to her, to hold her and tell her I’m here. That she’s not alone.
“We’re going to head home for a while, we need some sleep and proper food. Keep us updated? We shouldn’t be too long,” My mum asks. My parents have been amazing. Same as me, they have barely left the hospital.
“Of course, mum. I think we should go and wait in the family room, to cool off for a bit?” Max says nudging me. “Come on, bro.”
“We’re going to do the same, let us know anything asap please Tommy,” Blaire says on behalf of her and Gracie.
Nodding to them, I follow along after Max and Lucy. These two haven’t left my side.
Before we enter the room, I notice Fallon hasn’t followed behind us. She is stood, staring at Maya’s door, looking lost.
“Fal?” I call over, her facial expression cracking at the mention of her name. “Come on sis, come sit with us for a while?”
She finally looks at me, despair written across all her features. There are no tears there, but there doesn’t need to be. The hollow, sodden look is enough to show how she’s feeling. She looks ill. She follows us into the room at a snail’s pace, but she doesn’t sit.
Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, her breathing sounding laboured. It’s heartbreaking to see her this way. First Harry, now this? I can’t begin to imagine how she feels. Pushing my anger to the side, I open my arms wide, welcoming her in for a hug I think we both need.
She nestles into my chest and breaks like a damn collapsing. Heavy wet sobs, wracking through her body. I hold on tighter, trying to hold all of her broken pieces together.
“I feel so lost. I need my best friend. I need Harry,” She cries.
Fuck, I am way out of my comfort zone here. I don’t have a clue how to help her. Luckily, Lucy comes to take over. Speaking in hushed tones, soothing her as she guides her over to the couch.
“What if she never remembers me?” She wails. “I need her so much.”
“She will. She has to,” I urge.
I’ve only just admitted my feelings to her, this can’t be how our story ends.