Lyric’s P.O.V
Lydia’s operation was scheduled exactly two days after we arrived at Mayo Clinic. Thanks to the recommendation by the doctor who had previously seen Lydia and also thanks to her fathers’ influence, everything went by smoothly. Well, almost. Lydia had experienced that searing pain in her throat and tongue at least four times already and everyone was getting increasingly worried.
It was one thing knowing that she had a bullet inside her brain that was preventing her from showing emotions on her face, but seeing her suffer…we had never felt so helpless in our lives.
For the past two days, the doctors here had run continuous test and scans on her day and night and now, finally, it was time.
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Lydia said as she sat up in the hospital bed, ready to head off to the operating room. “The doctors said there’s a 10% chance that they can’t remove the b
Lyric’s P.O.VThree hours passed and the lights above the operation theater still shore a bright red.Mrs. McKenzie, Nathan, Stephen and I sat outside the room with our hearts in our throat. Yes, the chance of Lydia dying during the operation was ten per cent, but it was still a chance I didn’t want to consider. None of us did.Somewhere along the way, Stephen had gone ahead and gotten us some coffee since all of us had stayed up last night. Right now I was on my third cup and I was getting jittery. But it was more from anxiousness than from the coffee.“You know this isn’t the first time we’ve all been here,” Stephen said as he took a small sip of his coffee. “The first time was even worse.”I knew what he was talking about. The first time was when Lydia had been shot. I couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for Stephen and the rest of the family to sit outside for
Lyric’s P.O.VThere was this continuous beeping noise in the background when I woke up. Opening my eyes, I found I was inside a room with full white walls and bright lights. Groaning, I covered my eyes with my hands. It took a while for me to calibrate my senses, but once I remembered where I was, I almost jumped up.“Lydia?”“Relax sleeping beauty, she hasn’t woken up yet.”Clutching my head at the sudden ache, I fell back on the bed and took the chance to look at my surroundings. I was in one of the hospital rooms and the only other person in the room was Nathan.“What happened?” I asked him, clearing my throat when I voice came out hoarse.“You fainted.” He said with a smirk.“What?” I frowned. I wasn’t exactly the fainting type, so why would I suddenly faint?“Doctor said it was due to stress.” Nathan shrugged, before
Epilogue:Lyric’s P.O.V“Congratulation on graduation, Mr. David Donovan.” The Principal of Rosewater University shook my hand as he handed me my certificate.“Thank you.”I looked towards the front rows of the stadium and found my mom and dad as well as Derek, who had been given a place for his wheelchair. And then there was George, who was no longer the glasses wearing, shaggy haired, baggy clothed nerd, but a man in his own right. All of them had huge smiles on their faces and my parents looked proud of me. I waved at them before heading to the centre of the stage where the microphone was set up.Since I had topped in class, I had been chosen as the commencement speaker, which was a huge honor for me. Standing in front of hundreds of teachers, students, and their respective parents, I felt insignificant to be giving this speech, but I was ready.“Good afternoon, respect
Lydia’s P.O.VA light tab on my shoulder woke me up from my deep slumber. I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep but thankfully I wasn’t in any public transport. I looked to my right to see the car door wide open and my younger brother was peeping his head inside, trying to wake me up.“Get up sleepy head, we’re here!” Nathan said excitedly, but he kept his voice hushed.I nodded sleepily and rubbed at my eyes with the palms of my hand as I got out of the car slowly. I was moving away from my hometown in Kansas to a small town called Rosewater that bordered Colorado. I will be attending college here at Rosewater University so my brothers were here to drop me off and make sure I was well settled in. My parents would’ve been here too if work hadn’t held them back, and as much as I wanted to get away from their overprotective hold, I’m happy that my brothers are here to help me
Lyric’s P.O.VI woke up with a start at the sound of my alarm going off and groaned, covering both my ears with my hands. Damn it! New semester starts today and I’m gonna be late again. I yawned and sat up in my bed while rubbing the sleep from my eyes and then slammed my hand down on top of the annoying alarm clock, effectively cracking it in half. How many alarm clocks did I crack this month again? I’ve lost count.I heard a soft groan from behind me and looked back instantly in alert, only to find the girl I slept with last night snuggling deeper into my comforters. I sighed. I should’ve known better, I thought to myself, mentally preparing myself for what was about to come.“Hey! Get up!” I said shaking her gently as I got up and put my boxers on.She woke up slowly and sat up in my bed, letting the covers fall to her waist to expose her voluptuous form. She gave me a seductive smi
Lydia’s P.O.VI woke up the next day to my alarm ringing. I’d set it up early so I could take my time getting ready. Most of the days, I’d usually have a headache to deal with, benefits of brain damage, but the heavens were with me today and I didn’t seem to have a headache. It seemed like one of those rare days that started out just perfect.I took a shower after I got out of bed, brushed and took care of my daily business before getting ready for the day. I chose a pair of simple blue jeans and a loose fitting white shirt. After I was done dressing, I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee along with a couple of toasts to go with butter and then I sat down on my couch and decided to read the newspaper for a bit. It would be best to keep up with local news so I didn’t say or do anything that had been proclaimed offensive the day before.College started at ten in the morning and it was only eight thir
Lydia’s P.O.V“Did I just hear you say ‘touch my bike and you’re dead’?” The boy with the short hair and gorgeous eyes spoke like I’d just cracked a joke. I shouldn’t exactly be calling him a boy but he wasn’t a man either. It was that awkward state where he was too rugged to be a boy and still had those soft touches to be a man.From the corner of my eyes, I saw a crowd forming around us and most of the faces showed open concern and some, which I’m guessing were the new students like me, showed open curiosity. And then someone whispered into the newbie’s ears and their look just turned into horror. Shrugging, I held my ground and locked my eyes to brilliant sea green ones.“Did I stutter?” I asked him instead.Something dark crossed over his face and he walked over to stand in front of me, almost invading my personal space. He was tall, over six feet, but I was
Lydia’s P.O.V“Now you know,” he said smugly, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Now you know just how strong I am. Now you know why everyone stays the fuck away from me, why everyone fears me. Now you know, just why you are not supposed to mess with me.”“I do,” I said, my voice completely emotionless as I saw his signature smirk forming. “Now I know exactly how big of a jerk you truly are.” I was looking him dead in the eyes and I saw them harden and fill with anger, his smirk vanishing as he took a step towards me threateningly.“Come again?” His voice dripped venom as he continued his advance towards me, hands clenched by his side.“I know I didn’t stutter but because of your poor hearing abilities I’ll repeat what I just said. I said, ‘now I know how big of a jerk you really are’,” I told him, my voice was still emotionless as h