True Love//Troye Sivan

Chapter Eighteen

*Troyes POV*
Once I get out of this coma, I'll probably run around for a while, if I remember how to run.

I'm sick of it.

Sometimes I can hear the doctors saying they might cut my life support and watch me slowly die.

That's nice.

But true.

If I don't get out of this when they want me to, they'll just kill me right then and there. No hesitation needed.

*Katrina's POV*
I sat down on the side of the bed next to him because their was no chair, and took in the new room.

Their are multiple people in here, walking around, talking, doing stuff that they would do outside of a hospital.

I'm not sure why theirs a boy in a coma in here.

I grabbed his cold hand again, knowing for a fact, I have nowhere to go from now on.

The people in this room kept walking over to me and asking what was wrong with Troye.

"He's in a coma." I replied.

The people looked at me like I was a freak. Probably for hanging out with a boy in a coma.

A few minutes later, a nurse walked by me and I stopped him to ask him a question.

"Um, excuse me?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Stupid question but, why is Troye in here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he is in a coma so I don't see why he should be in this room."

"Do you want him to go to a different private room?"

"Yes, but again, why is he in here?"

"For people to visit him."

"But, he's in a coma."

"So?"

"Who's going to visit him?!"

"You're visiting him."

"But that's different!"

"How?"

"I'm his girlfriend and it's his birthday."

"Who says his family isn't going to visit him? It is his birthday."

The doctor walked away and I was happy.

"Why do all doctors have to have so much common sense?" I asked Troye.

I looked at his hand that I wrote my love note thing on and remembered how we used to draw on each other like that.

"I wish you would just get out of the coma." I said, "I really miss you."