I've been in this hospital a while, so I know every inch of the place. That's all there is to do for fun around this place. I stroll around and talk to patients. Well I don't really talk to them. I just sit on the bed and listen to all the teenage girl patients gossip.
So far, I've heard about Brittany cheating on Aidan with Chase. Which also meant that chase was cheating on Whitney wit Brittany. Pretty complicated stuff right? I know ALL the juiciest gossip. The nurses know every thing.
They almost always come into my room with some new gossip. Besides my favorite nurse. She's way different. Every day she used to whisper into my ear to "keep holding on" because if she had any say in it "she would save my life". She had hope in me the entire time. Until, they told her they were pulling the plug.
She screamed and shouted and scratched. She didn't want me to die. She wanted me to be normal and have a normal life. She wanted me to live. They fired her. Apparently she wasn't "mentally stable".
I glanced at my watch and saw it was 7 PM. I always like to be in my room when they feed me. I don't why. I just have always enjoyed watching them feed me like I was a baby.
12 hours. That's all I have left. 12 measly hours. That's hardly enough time to do anything. I feel like I'm in a romantic movie. Any second now, my prince charming will walk in, sweep me off my feet, and suddenly I'll be saved. But I know that'd only in movies. This. Right here. Right now. Is the real world. Here, there are no prince charmings.
I'm just a girl in a coma. Who's about to die. Wow. I sound so morbib. Oh well. Its the truth. Isn't the truth supposed to set you free? Or something like that.
Well, the truth sure as hell set me free. In 11 hours and 58 minutes. I'll be dead.
