Millie's p.o.v

4 hours. I have been sitting in this stupid waiting room for 4 HOURS! Do you know how long that is when you have no idea whether someone is going to live or die? 

"I know that this is really stressful on all of us, but I know that Noah can stay strong," Chloe said. It was obvious that she was trying not to cry.

I gave her a sad smile of thanks before going back to looking at the door. That same door was the one that the nurse was going to walk through when she gave us the news. That was the same door, which Noah went through as he was rushed into the E.R.

 All of a sudden, the door creaked open, and the exact same nurse that told me to wait, came through the door. She had a very concerned look on her face, and it made me fear the worst. Was he dead? 

"This might come as good news or bad news," She paused," Noah is in a coma, and we are not sure if he will ever come out of it," 

Mrs. Schnapp threw her hand over her mouth as a slight gasp escaped her lips.

"If he does come out of the coma, it is possible that he might have extreme amnesia. It is also possible that he may never walk again," This poor nurse. I wondered if she had to tell anyone else bad news today. 

At this point, Mr. Schnapp, Mrs. Schnapp, and Chloe were all holding onto each other, like they were never going to let go. But I understood that. All I wanted right now was a hug, and for someone to tell me that it was going to be ok. 

"Come here Mills," Mrs. Schnapp said, holding out an arm, and inviting me into the hug. 

When she had said that, I realized that I had been crying silent tears. It was honestly very embarrassing but I didn't care. I felt comfortable around these people. 

"Whenever you all are ready to go see him, I'll guide you to Noah's room. For now however, only three people are allowed in his room at a time," The nurse said.

"I'm sorry, but what is you name?" Chloe asked. 

"I'm Meredith Grey, and I'm a surgical intern at this hospital," Oh, so maybe she wasn't a nurse. At least I knew her name now. 

"Ok, thank you Meredith," Mr. Schnapp said, looking over to me, "Millie here, can go first, then the rest of us will go after her" 

"No, I insist that you go first, you all deserve it. Plus your family, and I'm just one of Noah's friends," I said. Seriously, how nice were these people?

"Ok, right this way," Meredith gesturing for Chloe and her parents to follow. 

It was only right to let Noah's family visit him first. Family first right? Yeah, family first. 

"Hey Mills," A voice said from the door. I whipped around to face the person.

"You have a lot of courage coming to see me right now," I said, with as much venom in my voice as  I could muster. 

"I'm really sorry Millie, and I was wondering if you would forgive me," Finn said, with a few flowers in his hand. 

"If you think that for one second, that I will forgive you, after what you did. You. Are. Sorley. Mistaken," I paused, trying to emphasize my point, "Finn, what kind of person tries to pull their girlfriend away from one of her best friends. After they got hit by a car no less. Oh, and I should rephrase that, what kind of person tries to pull their ex-girlfriend away from one of her best friends," I was so full of anger right now. An anger that you could not even begin to comprehend. 

Finn had a shocked look on his face, which was quickly replaced by a look of hatred, "You know what? I NEVER WANTED YOU BACK ANYWAYS! YOU ARE ONE OF THE WORST THINGS THAT THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!" Finn screamed.

"WELL I THINK THAT'S FALSE BECAUSE CLEARLY THE ABSOLUTE WORST THING EVER IS STANDING IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW! AND I SUGEST THAT THEY LEAVE BEFORE I GO OVER THERE AND KICK THEM OUT THE DOOR MYSELF!" I yelled back. Even though I was planning to break up with Finn anyways, his words still really hurt. 

Finn gave me one last look of hatred before walking out the door, making sure to throw the flowers in the trash can as he walked. 

"I'm sorry to intrude, but the rest of the family is pretty much done in Noah's room, if you want to go visit him," Meredith said from the doorway. 

"T-thank you," I responded, turning around, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. 

"Right this way please," She she answered, trying to give me a warm smile. 

I followed her past the door, and down the hallway. Patients rooms surrounded me on both sides of the hall. And I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. How many people needed help right now? How many other people were in a coma? Who got hit by a car today?

"I do suggest that you say what you want to say, and don't have anything to hold you back, because it is often suspected that people in comas can actually hear what is going on around them. So if you have anything encouraging to say, then just go for it," Meredith said, opening the door to Noah's room. 

"Once again, thank you Dr. Grey," I said before walking into the room, having the door close behind me. 

On the bed, sat a pale Noah. In a way he almost looked asleep. He just looked so peaceful lying there. All of his handsome features were relaxed, and in a way, it kind of reminded me of Snow White. Here was this beautiful human being, laying there almost asleep, as if nothing was wrong. And all he needed was something to wake him up, not a real kiss of course, but a dose of medicine and time. That was what he needed. 

"Hey Noah," I said, walking over to him and grabbing his hand. 

It was kind of sad, I almost expected an answer. But this wasn't a Disney movie. He wasn't going to magically going to wake up when I confessed my feelings for him, or better yet, say he felt the same way. 

"I know you've probably heard this, but I am going to tell you anyway, because, well, it's really the best thing I can say to you right now," I chuckled, trying to keep the tears from falling down my face. I probably looked pathetic and weak right now, and that was not something that I was very proud of, "Please just hang in there. I know that there is probably a nice warm light, begging for you to go into it. But you don't have too. You can't. If I had never met you, Noah, I-I-"

There they were. The tears that I had been so desperately trying to hold in. The tears that I wished wouldn't fall down my face like waterfalls. 

"I would probably not have made any friends. I would probably be doing some boring school work or something. Which is arguably better than this, but who likes homework anyway?" I said, trying to once again lighten the mood. Which is definitely pointless, because who was listening anyway?

"I'm getting off topic I guess. But the bottom line is, I just need you to stay with me. No matter how hard it might seem. No matter how much you want to go and hide, to never come back, just stay. I promise that you won't regret it, I promise that no matter what, I will try to stick by your side every step of the way. I promise. As long as you don't give up, that's all that matters," I sobbed. I was sitting in a chair next to Noah's bed, holding his hand with both of mine. And sobbing. Sobbing because this amazing boy may never talk to me again. Sobbing because I may never have a chance to get to know him better. Sobbing because it all just seemed hopeless. But Noah didn't need to know that. He just needed reassurance. All that he needed was to know that everything was going to be ok, and all that mattered was that he didn't give up. 

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I don't really know what to say, but I wanted you all to know that I am glad your all reading this. I know I've said that like a thousand times, but it is so true! I hope you all have a great day!