XII

                                    

                                          
Edit 1: 24/05/2022
Edit 2: 28/02/2023
17th February 2021, 23:52
"Nearly two months? I've been in a coma for nearly two months?" I managed to ask calmly. Two months. Unconscious for two months, well, nearly two months. 
"Y-yes," Sage stuttered, scared by my reactions. I guess he thought I was going to flip out, but there's nothing to flip out about. 
"Ms. Ash, I would like to ask a few questions, but Mr. Weller has requested that he asks instead," Dr. Rosin stated, glancing at Sage before leaving the room. 
The questions mustn't be health related if he was alright with leaving the interrogating to Sage. 
My head turned towards Sage who looked like he was burning holes through the closed, wooden door. Looking around the room, I noticed how it was a small cubic area with one bed which was occupied by yours truly. 
"So. What are the questions?" I prompted Sage, making him jump and turn to look at me. There was a long pause of him staring at me with guilt and... regret? He moved to the chair beside my hospital bed and slowly sat down, still looking at me warily. 
"So, um. First of all, nice to see you up..." Sage mumbled awkwardly. Of course, we've not had much time to talk since I awoke from my coma. 
"It's nice to see you too," I responded, placing my right hand on his left shoulder. As I touched him, I saw him visibly sigh and turn his head away from me. Why? "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned for him. How ironic. I'm the one who woke up from a nearly two month coma, yet I'm the one worrying. 
Sage muttered something to himself, incoherent to my ears, before turning back to face me, deciding to get straight to the point.
"We attempted to contact your parents or guardian to call them about the incident when it happened..." Sage started, trailing off as he figured out how to express his next words.
Instantly, I removed my hand from his shoulder and placed both my hands in my lap, looking down. I started to fiddle with my fingers. My parents. 
My sweet, loving parents...
"And?" I urged, needing him to carry on, wanting to know what he found out.
"We called. It took a few times but they finally answered," he slowly started, thinking out how he'd phrase his next words carefully.
Huh. They answered the phone call.
"What did they say?" I muttered, suspecting what the answer could be, but wishing to be proven wrong. 
"They said... they said they don't know anyone by the name of Xandra Gardenia Ash," Sage finally responded after struggling to find the appropriate words. 
I scoffed to myself. Of course they would say that. "We tried, but they kept insisting that they had no daughter... I'm sorry Xandra. I'm so sorry," Sage whispered as he stood up and hugged my shaking form. 
The tears I cry are useless. They will not change anything but cause more pain. I guessed what would be said, but it hurts my heart for those words to be confirmed.
"I'm sorry Xandra. I didn't know..." Sage whispered in my ear, stroking my back as I was held in his embrace. We were at an awkward position as I was sitting on the bed and he was stood to the side, hugging me and getting tangled in all the wires.
"You wouldn't have known," I reassured through my tears. 
"But you did, didn't you," Sage stated matter of factly, reading my crumbling expression while he recounted what had taken place.