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*beep* *beep* *beep*
"It's been so long."
"I know. What are we supposed to do?"
My closed eyes started to twitch, a sharp pain shooting through my right arm, an uncomfortable feeling surrounding me. I opened one of my eyes slowly, the bright white light above almost blinding me, a tiny groan leaving my lips.
"y/n?!" a voice yelled.
I widened my eyes hearing a familiar voice, my blurry gaze shooting open to see Freya hanging over me. My mouth hung slightly open, a hospital room coming into view.
"You're alive!" Beth shouted, gripping my hand.
"W-what?." I coughed, my heart racing.
Sophia stood at the bottom of the bed, her head tilting slightly. I gazed down at my right arm, a cast covering my itchy skin, needles pressing into my body.
"Where am I? What happened??" I panicked, my voice heavy.
"Don't you remember?" Freya pouted, rubbing my head.
"You were hit by a car and you've been in a coma for four years y/n." Beth sighed.
I shook my head, my eyes scanning the room rapidly.
"No. No. You two died. I-" I paused, my eyes tearing up.
A tall nurse suddenly entered the room, her black heels bouncing off of the floor, a clipboard in her hands. Beth moved to the side, allowing the woman to take a look at me.
"Your vitals are good, but your blood pressure is still quite high." She hummed.
"What is happening?!" I screamed, pulling the sheets off of me.
"Ma'am I need you to calm down, you've only just woke up. I know this is a lot to take in." She gasped.
"Calm down? I watched my friends die." I cried, rubbing my temples.
"It's common for patients to 'live a second life' when they're in a coma but you're back now." She smiled softly.
I rubbed at my eyes, my mind flooding with thoughts. What was real? Was any of it? I don't understand, I don't even remember getting hit by a car. Did I even ever meet bill?
"Did we go to Barcelona? Did I meet bill?" I sniffled, holding my cast.
"Barcelona?" Freya chuckled, shaking her head.
"So I never met bill?" I muttered.
"Not yet why?" She asked, a grin on her face.
I took in a deep breath, taking in the situation. I can't believe it was all a dream. It felt so real, every part of it. Not that I'm not thankful but this is all so confusing. My eyes peered up from the floor, Sophia handing me a warm coffee, the smell rushing up my nose.
I cupped it into my left hand, taking a sip from the hot beverage.
"The fans have missed you so much." Sophia winked.
"I don't understand." I murmured, pouting at her.
"It'll take a while to come around to it all but you've been through a lot, take it slow." Sophia laughed, caressing my cheek.
I slouched back into the creaky bed, Freya sitting down by my feet whilst Beth and Sophia headed out to grab some lunch. Freya picked at her purple nails, biting at her lips.
"I was so worried. I didn't know if you'd ever wake up." She admitted, her eyes low.
"I don't remember anything." I huffed.
"It was a Saturday morning, we were at the studio preparing for our next concert. We all happened to be hungry and you insisted on grabbing food for us. When you didn't come back, I went out front and saw an ambulance picking your unconscious body up."
I scrunched my sore face up, my head pounding with questions that couldn't be answered.
"After the doctors pronounced you were in a coma I didn't know what to do, but we knew you wouldn't want the band to die. We've been taking more breaks than usual, it's been really hard without you." She added, gazing at me softly.
"I don't know what to say. This whole time I was living a dream, well a nightmare." I tutted.
"So what happened in your dream?" She asked, her lips curling up.
"It doesn't matter, I want to forget it." I whispered, my brows furrowed.
She nodded, rubbing her nails across my knee. The snow outside covered the small window, a pecking bird sitting on the windowsill. It's weird to think that I never actually knew bill, it was all a horrible dream. However I don't think I could ever talk to him after what happened, even if it wasn't real. The pain was, the fear was. I thought my life was over, but now I have another chance.
A small smile appeared on my confused face, the television playing on our tiny screen.
"What year is it?" I questioned.
"2010, November 13th" she grinned, dusting down her jumper.
"I've missed so much." I pouted, staring into the small coffee cup.
"At least you're alive" Freya reminded, patting my hand.
I agreed, pushing the warm drink up to my lips, laying my head backwards.
——————— I pushed a fry into my hungry mouth, sticking the straw into my cast, attempting to itch my arm.
"How long does this need to stay on?" I groaned.
"Shouldn't be too long now, you did fracture it in multiple places though" Beth laughed, milkshake covering her lips.
I rolled my eyes, dangling my feet from the bed, the same nurse returning to my room.
"Good news!" She squealed.
I raised my eyebrows, gazing up at the blonde woman, her red lipstick smudged slightly.
"So you'll be able to leave tomorrow and we'll be removing your cast later tonight." She smiled, her body swaying.
"Thank goodness. When can I return to singing?" I asked, dusting off my hands.
"Give it a few days and you'll be as good as new!" She assured, shooting me a toothy smile.
I let out a breath of relief, pulling the thin blanket over my sore body, the bitter wind from outside lingering. I don't know what I'll do next but it's better than being stuck in that nightmare..
