My Forever (Our Forever Book 3) by Elena Matthews

Author:Elena Matthews [Matthews, Elena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-22T18:00:00+00:00

Fucking Tears

Chase

Olivia’s room is surrounded in Christmas decorations, and instead of it looking cheerful and festive, like it did in Kaelyn’s living room a few days ago, it all looks wrong inside this clinical hospital room. The bright colors of the tree dim against the cold white walls, the sound of the moving train in the corner of the room is drowned out by the beep of Olivia’s life support machine, and the Christmas tunes coming from the portable speaker sound more haunted than jolly. This is not Christmas—at least, not in the way it should be, not with Olivia unconscious and none the wiser to all the trouble Kennedy, her sister, has gone through to make today as special as possible. I watch Kennedy as she dresses Olivia like a porcelain doll into a knitted Christmas sweater, and I bite back the rage I feel simmering in the pit of my stomach. She’s treating Christmas as if, at any minute, Olivia will awake from her vegetative state and celebrate with us. She won’t though. She never will, and with the bad news the doctor gave us earlier after Olivia’s recent CT scan, witnessing Kennedy treat today like any other day is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Instead of staring daggers at me, Chase, you could, you know, get in a festive mood. If not for you, for Olivia.”

I’ve been trying to be respectful of Kennedy, but the thing about Olivia’s younger sister is that she has to poke the bear until he rears his ugly head. I give out a deep breath, hoping it will ease the tight sensation I’ve felt across my chest ever since the doctor spoke to us earlier.

“The Christmas spirit you’re so desperately wanting to achieve doesn’t hide the obvious fact that she isn’t coming back.”

“Don’t say that,” she spits out, hurt spilling in her eyes. “There is still hope. She was grinding her teeth yesterday.”

I shake my head, allowing the words the doctor said earlier to reverberate in my head.

“Olivia’s PVS shows no signs of improving. She’s still unaware of her surroundings and herself. All stimuli have been unsuccessful, and she still isn’t initiating her own breaths. Continuous medical treatment is no longer at the patient’s best interest, only the baby. I have spoken to the OB/GYN, and she’s confident she could deliver the baby now at thirty-four weeks, but to avoid any possible complications, she recommends delivering at thirty-eight weeks. It’s on both our recommendations that we wait until thirty-eight weeks, and once the baby is born, we will then stop all medical treatment for Olivia. It’s in Olivia’s great interest because a recovery at this stage is highly unlikely. I’m talking ninety-eight percent unlikely. Now, there is no need to decide on anything right now, but it might be a good time to start getting everything in order.”

“Getting everything in order.”

Just those four simple words finalize Olivia’s prognosis in a way that makes me feel physically ill, the tight pressure against my chest feeling like dead weight.

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