Finding Your Way Back Home

…MEKAYLA'S HOSPITAL ROOM…

…Catalina POV…

I cannot believe this is happening. I should have told Mekayla the truth a long time ago. Now I am sitting in this dreadful hospital room; it is torture beyond compare. Every moment that the clock ticks it is one more second that Mekayla is away from us. My heart feels ripped right open; not knowing what is happening is slicing every bit of me open.

I lay my head against her chest to hear if I can listen to his heart beating. I know that as long as that machine is making a noise, then I know that she is alive as long as that machine breathes for her, that she will wake up. She is just sleeping; she is just tired.

But just as then I hear that noise, a man clearing his throat. I turn my eyes to the corner and call out, "Is there someone here?"

I wait for an answer, but my question goes unnoticed. Just as I am about to rise from my chair, I see a very handsome young man that steps out of the c