Surviving A Dream

Chapter 21- I'm the narrator

Emma was there, lying on a sleek white bed. Unconscious and barely breathing. Her eyes shut tightly wrinkling the lids. Her lips squirming. You could hear cries in the room, and in the corridor. Everywhere around this place. People crying for the dead, people crying for illness and people crying while praying. But this cry was from her parents. Their deep sorrow could be heard for miles and their cries a traumatic memory. What happened to Emma? Everyone was questioning

You could hear a sharp snore escape her tight thin lips. Her body shaking and her blood running round her body like runners on a field. With a slow but loud yawn Emma's body shook her eyes open, letting her stare at the bright light above her resting head.
"oh my God Emma sweetie are you ok?" Her parents rushed to her side
" sir, ma'am. She is in shock and will be inaudible for the next few hours, even days"
"Thank you, doctor, we owe you a lot"
"This is my job ma'am. I save, I help. That's what I signed up for"
"Thankyou" were the mother's last words before turning back to her half alive daughter. Stroking her hand gently

"How long till we can take her home?"
"Well if you want her alive, in about 3 weeks if she is found stable but dead can be now"
"I'm sorry doctor I don't find your joke funny"
"Oh my I'm so sorry. Bad doctor humour I understand"
The father nodded, unsatisfied with the dark humour that was brought in the conversation

"Sir, ma'am. I regret to inform you visiting time is over. But you are welcome to come back tomorrow morning"
And they left...

A week later

"Sir, she is able to talk small sentences and she is getting stable. As my colleague has been saying. But she doesn't like new people and her memory is low"
"Oh, ok I will be careful I promise"
As he slowly entered the room, Emma noticed and stared intently
"Who..a-a-are. You?" Emma continued to stare
"I'm your father, you might not remember but I do. You're my little sweetheart"
"No..." Emma sharply stated " You..." Emma pointed at me
"I am your doctor. Dr. Finley Asbeck."I went to shake her hand.
"No..."
"Yes miss, Emma, you have been in a coma for months we lost hope and then you woke up. As if you came back alive"
"Uh. Ah. Huh?" Emma couldn't form a straight sentence from that answer. But could she even think straight?