*Vic's P.O.V.*

I sat there emotionless. Hollow. My body was now a shell.

I have been sitting in an empty room, reserved for my princess for when they finish reviving her. This room was definitely not cut out for a princess, especially MY princess.

The walls were a bland white. The bed sheets were white. The tiled floor was white. It had a sterile smell to it, one that makes you wrinkle your nose and gag. But somehow the smell grew on me.

My mind raced in a jumble of thoughts. Every once in a while I would get up and pace. Sometimes I would even ask a nurse about her condition. Of course they couldn't tell me. I was lucky enough to even get access to her room.

I had some nasty gashes on my face that the doctors made me get checked and cleaned, even though I refused because I just didn't care anymore. All I cared about was Riley. I needed to see her-alive and recovering.

I glanced at the clock. It read: 8:16 p.m. February 5th. It has been a full twenty-four hours since the crash. Since the love of my life got wheeled frantically into the surgery wing of the hospital to be operated on.

I got up and paced the room in an anxious worry. Suddenly, the nurse who got me into this room entered.

"Victor Fuentes?" She asked, even though she knew damn well who I was. I have been pestering the nurses non-stop. Honestly, the only reason I wasn't kicked out yet was because of her. I heard her whispering to another nurse and some doctor about how I had 'puppy-love' for Riley and that they should encourage it since not many people 'my age' act like this anymore. I'm not sure what she meant by the 'my age' comments, but she was right about one thing: I was head-over-heels for Riley.

I desperately answered her, my eyes pleading for information. "Yes?"

The older nurse's gentle eyes looked over at me sympathetically. "I have good news and bad news."

"Go on," I pressed, a million thoughts flooding my head as the words 'bad news' hit my ears and registered in my brain.

"Good news is I managed to pull some strings for you. You're allowed to stay till whenever. Bad news...Riley Daniels has three broken ribs, a broken neck, and she sliced open the soft spot of her head, causing it to crack a bit," I stood still, mortified, as she continued, "The doctors have, however, just finished stitching her wounds and treating her broken bones. They are currently trying to get her to wake back in consciousness."

I threw my head in my hands, feeling myself break into a million more pieces. How could I let this happen to her? It's all my fault, I've hurt the one I love, I'm such a stupid, stupid person. I'm never going to forgive myself.

"That's not all," the nurse whispered.

I looked up at her and my heart froze, sending ice through my veins, as she continued.

"Your beauty is in a coma. We're doing everything we can."

Notes

Shorter chapter. I'm going to continue writing tonight though.
Thoughts so far?
~L