Chapter 53 – Whispers Turn To Silence (Jacquie’s POV) *4 weeks later*

"That fucking mole" Mel says angrily whilst crying, "She knew he was fragile still"
Tahlia hugs her tightly.
A huge wave of anger and sadness had swept over me from the minute Mel told us what had happened.
Anna had left Andrew. She had said the reason was she just didn’t feel happy with him anymore after the accident, he of course took this to heart and thought he had done something really wrong. Which he hadn’t, and tried all he could to get her back but had finally given up when Anna had her older brother tell Andrew to leave her alone, which left him with a cut to his lip and a couple of bruises. Andrew felt horrible and hit the bottle hard, he of course never planned on drinking himself so sick he was admitted to hospital with alcohol poisoning.
Mel cried into Tahlia’s shoulder profanities about Anna.
The doctors said Andrew had only a fifty-fifty chance of living. Mel was dreading the fact she would now have to tell her mother about why he had alcohol poisoning, they knew all about Anna and her accident but not that she was away from Andrew after it, and that she had left him. I was biting my lip not wanting to cry. Tahlia looked at me her eyes were welled up with tears too but she had to be strong for Mel. I wasn’t a strong person really, emotions always got the better of me.
"I’m going to go for a drive" I say but it was like a whisper.
Tahlia nodded and gave me a weak smile.
I walked to the side table got my keys and left the room went down the stairs and out of the building. I got into my car, Tahlia knew where I was going.
Hospital…
I get out of the car and walk across the car park then through the hospital doors and to the receptionists desk.
"Can I please be directed to Andrew?" I ask the receptionist, whispering almost fully in tears.
"Andrew who?" The male receptionist asks.
"Andrew Hyde" I whisper wiping my eyes madly.
"I’m sorry, he can’t be seen for at least 4 hours" He says sympathetically.
"Okay" I whisper again and point to a seat "I’m going to sit in that seat right there, the second I can see him please show me where he is"
"I will" he says with a smile.
I bite my lip walking over to the seat and sitting down. I sit in silence, waiting till finally the receptionist will come and get me. I look up and stare into the almost blinding hospital lights, I begin reminiscing about times we all shared together. All the summers and winters, partying and chilling, most were when we were younger because we were teens and wild back then, well compared to now. I sigh and look at the ground. The tears flow freely but in total silence all you could hear is the sounds of the hospital and the seemingly loud ticking of the overhead clock.
5 Hours Later…
I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I flicker my eyes open and see the male receptionist.
"I’m sorry to wake you up, but Andrew is okay to see now" he says .
I get to my feet and hug him. He smiles and sort of brushes me away then shows me the way to Andrew’s room.
I see a very white faced Andrew siting in a hospital bed adjacent to me, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He was hooked up to only one machine, so I was guessing that they had finished with all the hard stuff and were now just watching how he was going. His hair had a wet look about it and seemed to be almost plastered to his face. He looks down at his hands. I walk slowly over to him. I was about two steps away from him and he turned his head slightly and sees me. I must have looked terrible, I had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable hospital chair in a pair of grey track pants, a plain black top and a pair of old sneakers. Not only that but my eyes must have been red raw. The look he gave me told me that he didn’t care. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly, he slowly brings his arms around me and hugs me back then utters the word "sorry" so quietly it could almost have been mistaken as the wind.