Clementine is strong and she will get over this and be well, I tell myself, unconvinced.
Every time Clementine is taken away in a frenzy, she comes back weaker than anything and there's not much to do but wait, terrified- petrified. Mr. Hardley should be here soon. Like me, he struggles to stay away from Clementine's side. If anything, I was surprised he wasn't at the hospital when I got here.
He rushes into the room, giving me a hug when he sees me. And we take a moment to console each other within the hug. We took comfort in each other's embrace, him being like the father I had lost.
Stepping away from the hug, we sat down wordlessly. The hug had said enough and we were too emotionally anxious to calm each other down. We sat down and waited for Clementine to come back to the room, or for the doctor to come in and tell us what was going on.
Eventually… Eventually he came back and told us the second worst news that could have happened. Clementine was in a coma.
The doctor and Mr.Hardley went to talk outside. Always in their secretive talks and had I not been stunned by the news, I would have gone to argue with them and demand that I be informed on the condition of MY BEST FRIEND! MY SISTER!
Alas they had brought Clementine into the room. And she lay as though she were asleep, almost peaceful looking. I went besides her and reassured her through tears, "You will wake up Clementine, you will get through this, I was never the genius- you were. Now wake up this instant!"
If she heard me, she made no reaction. She lay the same. I couldn't believe, I had just spoken to her just a bit ago. And now… she could no longer respond back. But she was still there, she had to be. I brought a couch next to her and held her hand, talking and eventually falling asleep next to her.
I don't know when someone had come in and turned off the light, but I woke up tucked in, onto a small bed beside Clementine, still holding onto her hand. I guess no one could pry me off of her.
Waking up, I called out to Clementine, hoping for a response, a smile, if possible. But she remains in her beautiful slumber. I pat her head and whisper a good bye before I leave the room and head back to my apartment. Clementine and I used to share the apartment but it's been ages since she has been. Ever since she got sick, she has remained interned at the hospital, where Mr. Hardley made sure she received top of the line care in a lavish VIP room. Crazy what money gets you but it's fortunate that Clementine has access to the best care otherwise…
I don't want to think of it. I got home and unwinded for a bit. I sat on my computer chair, twirling around on the chair. It helps quit the dark and overwhelming thoughts in my mind. Clementine had called me a "genius" and yet I hardly ever felt like one.
I need to focus on one thing at a time. There's not much I could do for Clementine and she definitely wouldn't want me to look so defeated.
Getting to the point of nausea, I stop twirling on the chair and wait for the dizziness to settle. I noticed the bag I had taken to the interview on the floor. Thinking back, the interview had gone horrible. The company offered significantly less money than I was used to but beyond that, my interviewer was none other than Devin Grant.
He was ever so cheerful as he asked me his dumbass questions which only manage to piss me off the more I thought about them. Like who asks,"Did you fall on your way here? Because you look like you've fallen from heaven, my angel." or "Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future."
IT'S AN INTERVIEW DEVIN! NOW IS NOT THE TIME OR PLACE!!! READ THE ROOM DEVIN!!!
Thinking back to it gives me the creeps. I had to physically stop myself from giving him the black eye of his life. I don't know where he gets the confidence to say such things in the middle of a conference room in front of his colleagues- the other interviewers.
Granted, as a son of the Grant family, he could probably do anything and get away with it. He has always been so cheeky. He never means wrong and maybe in a different circumstance, a different point in time, or maybe never anymore… I would have talked back and laughed when he lost against my words turning him down.
We had been college friends and maybe something else for a bit before I decided he was too unserious to take seriously.
Nonetheless, he's an alright guy. He would be more popular if he wasn't so cheesy. I had heard he was an executive at his family's company and I really did not care to know more. I don't understand how he ended up interviewing me when it is at such a low-entry position. It kinda hurt to see him. It just brings back memories. Good memories but painful. If only I could go back in time and appreciate the happiness in the moment.
I have no time to reminisce because at the corner of my eye, I swear I just saw my bag glow... Making me remember the black card I had found in my bag earlier.