Peaceful Forever [Book 2]

Chapter 31

-Amily's POV-

I can hear Finnick but everything is dark. He's telling me about the time he fell off a boat as a kid and his friend's dad had to jump into the water and rescue him.

Why can't I open my eyes? I've been stuck like this for what feels like ages. I have been trying to speak but my mouth won't move. It's like I'm a statue and all I can do is lay here and listen.

He often holds my hand and I do everything I can to squeeze it. He keeps mentioning things we will do when I wake up but I don't know what I need to wake up from. My brain is awake but my body is stuck. If only I could move my body.

People keep coming in my room and touching me. I think they are doctors but I'm not sure. Was I in an accident? The last thing I remember was being at a client and we were using...

Oh. It makes sense now. I had gotten drunk with my client and we were using morphling. We must have used too much as I don't remember anything after that.

Anchor is going to kill me. Am I already dead? He can't kill me if I'm dead. Maybe that's a good thing...

No. I need to wake up. Finnick needs me. I can't leave him.

I feel myself clawing at the inside of my brain. Why won't I wake up? I've tried everything I can think of. I'm trapped in this eternal darkness with only my thoughts and the sound of Finnick's voice.

"Her brain is showing signs of activity," I hear someone say. Can they read my thoughts?

"Amily can you hear us?" another person asks. I want to scream that I can hear them but nothing is happening. I feel myself begin to hyperventilate. Wait. I can hyperventilate? I'm breathing which means I'm alive. Oh god I'm breathing too fast.

"We need to get her heart rate down," I hear someone say. "She's in shock."

"So she can hear us?" Finnick asks. Yes I fucking can! Why can't anyone hear me?

"Amily if you can hear us can you calm your breathing down?" I hear someone ask. I'm trying my hardest to slow my breathing but it's not working. My hands and legs are shaking but I'm not controlling them. I need it all to stop.

"She's not calming down," I hear someone say. "Let's sedate her and try again tomorrow. She needs to rest."

Rest? All I've done is rest for however long I've been here. If I could just move a finger I....

"Amily?" I hear someone ask. I have no clue how much time has passed between when they sedated me and now. I can feel Finnick's hand holding mine and I try my hardest to squeeze it but my fingers don't move.

One of the doctors puts something on my face. It's prying open my eyelids. It's bright. Really bright. My eyes are watering from the intensity of the fluorescent lights.

"Her eyes are reacting to the light," one of the doctors says. Suddenly an object, a pen I think, is being held in front of my eyes.

"Can you follow the pen with your eyes?" someone asks. I try but I can't tell if I'm doing it. The pen is moving out of my vision but I can't get my eyes to turn anymore.

"That's better than yesterday." I hear someone state. I did this before? Why don't I remember that? The doctors remove the device from my face and my eyelids close again.

A few minutes later, or at least what I think are minutes, I feel something sharp in my left arm. 'Ouch' I think as I instinctively flinch.

"She moved!" I hear Finnick exclaim.

"Yes it's common for patients in a coma to react instinctively to pain," a doctor says. "There's no way of telling if she consciously moved or if it was a muscle reflex but it is showing progress."