For writers_muses 2. Write about an unanswered prayer or ungranted wish
Mike sat in the hospital bedside the bed. He’d been there for almost a week straight and unwilling to leave. So long he had been there in fact that the nurses had wheeled an extra bed into the intensive care room a few days earlier so he could sleep comfortably.
His brother was still in a coma and everyday looked worse. It was already certain that he would never walk again or go back to driving. It was hard for him to see his hero tied up in so many tubes and monitors. Their mother had been out a few times but their father refused to come. He said it was Bob’s fault he got smashed. Mike knew enough about the business to understand it was an error on the part of the stunt coordinator.
The McKay brothers had already suffered so much with Mike’s accident a few years earlier and now he was returning the favor. He wished he wasn’t. In fact there was a straggling hope inside of him that his brother would defy the odds and get up again to walk. More than anything Mike had prayed the person responsible for the wreck would pay. That hadn’t happened either. They walked free. It was an accident. Mike knew better. At best it was negligence and at worst it was on purpose. He couldn’t help but think it was the latter.
Exhaustion was all he felt anymore. Night and day Mike stayed awake at Bob’s side waiting for him to wake up. He’d pass out and the nurses would put him in the bed. His nights were filled with nightmares about his own accident and his sleep, the little that there was, did little for his health. Mike was wearing himself down on the hope that he would be there and awake when his brother opened his eyes. They had always been there for each other and Mike refused to be the first who wasn’t.
Inevitably he passed out. It couldn’t be helped. Hours passed before Mike even moved. Voices had his attention and when he opened his eyes against the white hospital sheets it cleared. It was their mother, happiness was in her voice and it pulled him from his sleep. Mike was in the bed beside Bob’s but what he saw answered why there was gladness. Bob was sitting up and awake.
Mike sat up looking on his brother in shock. He’d not been there when he woke and he felt guilty. Bob had been there when he woke from surgery but Mike wasn’t there for his brother. He got down off the bed and nearly fell over as he sat in the chair beside the bed.
“You look like shit.” Bob smiled at him and that alone made everything alright.
“You don’t look any better.” Mike replied and the bond was back between them. They both laughed and went on talking to their mother. In the back of Mike’s mind though there was still someone who needed to pay. If the system wouldn’t answer it then he would himself given the right moment.
His brother was still in a coma and everyday looked worse. It was already certain that he would never walk again or go back to driving. It was hard for him to see his hero tied up in so many tubes and monitors. Their mother had been out a few times but their father refused to come. He said it was Bob’s fault he got smashed. Mike knew enough about the business to understand it was an error on the part of the stunt coordinator.
The McKay brothers had already suffered so much with Mike’s accident a few years earlier and now he was returning the favor. He wished he wasn’t. In fact there was a straggling hope inside of him that his brother would defy the odds and get up again to walk. More than anything Mike had prayed the person responsible for the wreck would pay. That hadn’t happened either. They walked free. It was an accident. Mike knew better. At best it was negligence and at worst it was on purpose. He couldn’t help but think it was the latter.
Exhaustion was all he felt anymore. Night and day Mike stayed awake at Bob’s side waiting for him to wake up. He’d pass out and the nurses would put him in the bed. His nights were filled with nightmares about his own accident and his sleep, the little that there was, did little for his health. Mike was wearing himself down on the hope that he would be there and awake when his brother opened his eyes. They had always been there for each other and Mike refused to be the first who wasn’t.
Inevitably he passed out. It couldn’t be helped. Hours passed before Mike even moved. Voices had his attention and when he opened his eyes against the white hospital sheets it cleared. It was their mother, happiness was in her voice and it pulled him from his sleep. Mike was in the bed beside Bob’s but what he saw answered why there was gladness. Bob was sitting up and awake.
Mike sat up looking on his brother in shock. He’d not been there when he woke and he felt guilty. Bob had been there when he woke from surgery but Mike wasn’t there for his brother. He got down off the bed and nearly fell over as he sat in the chair beside the bed.
“You look like shit.” Bob smiled at him and that alone made everything alright.
“You don’t look any better.” Mike replied and the bond was back between them. They both laughed and went on talking to their mother. In the back of Mike’s mind though there was still someone who needed to pay. If the system wouldn’t answer it then he would himself given the right moment.