She looked so gentle, so harmless, so peaceful in her sleep.
But I knew better, I knew she was going through something. Some internal war that I couldn't pull her out of.
"Wake up.." I begged. I knew she heard me, Her body tensed and it looked like she was trying to open her eyes.
"Please.. I need you to wake up."
he head turned my direction, and then it was all normal again. She was breathing at a steady pace. But her heart showed an unsteady rhythm. It was like she was in fear, was she having a nightmare?
"Coesfeld..?" I asked in a quivery voice. I reached out one of my hands and gripped her's tightly. "Coesfeld? please! wake up!"
I knew she heard me, because her hands went from warm to cold in a matter of seconds.
I pulled up her hand to my mouth, not kissing it, breathing on her right hand, trying to warm it up. "P-please.." I muttered.
Salty, crystal, warm tears stained my cheeks, dripping off from my chin and onto Coesfeld's chest.
Why won't she wake up? It's all my fault, if I hadn't been such and idiot back in that battle, and protected Coesfeld, she would be just fine.
"This is all my fault..."
I remembered a chant that my old friend, Arthur, Had chanted at America's bed side. When he was unconscious, or sick, and it made him better. Oh.. If only I could remember all the words!
I tried to chant along with what he said, remembering his voice, his words, they were smooth. Like a perfect key on a guitar to a gentle song. Mine where jagged, staggery. How had he been able to remain calm during that?
"A-awake my s-s-soul..." I started the chant, feeling more tears pour down my cheeks. Coesfeld's heart rate was dying. "O-Open your eyes.. t-to see the bright l-l-light of the d-day.."
Coesfeld stirred While I chanted, And I continued. But the monitor still had trouble picking up her heart rate.
As soon as I finished the Chant, I realized that I head only a never ending, "Beeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp." Her heart had stopped beating.
"Coesfeld!?" I cried. "COESFELD!?' I grabbed her hand, using much strength in squeezing it. "Wake up!!! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!!!!!!!!"
I pressed my ear to her chest, the heart beat was gone. "Coesfeld!?" Sobbing, I couldn't let her go. I needed her...
Five minute's later, My ear was still pressed to her chest. Desperate just to hear a small heart beat.
But soon, the Monitor picked up another heart rate, and I heard a familiar voice.
I looked up and saw a hand reaching for my hair, It gently grabbed it and brushed it with her long fingernails. "Is that really you?"
I grinned through many tears and smiled. "I knew you'd pull through, Coesfeld."