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19)comas

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"Luke Friar?" the doctor called as we stood up hand in hand. "How is he?" Riley asked. "He's stable. "Oh thank god! "Can we see him?" I ask. "Not yet I'm afraid. I said he's stable. He's not well." The doctor explained. "What do you mean?" We ask at the same time. "Luke is in a coma. And we are unsure of his fate."

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Lucas' pov

Riley no longer had worry in her eyes. It was fear that bombarded her soul and left nothing but sadness. She already was depressed and I don't know if there's anyway to come back from this. She feels responsible for Luke's condition. "What could have caused this?" I ask holding back my own tears. " well, your son was already sleep deprived and in a reckless state from what we can tell. So by the looks of it, it wasn't him hitting his head that caused this. It was everything leading up to it. But, we still have to run some tests to be certain." The doctor explains. "Thank you doctor." Riley whispers. We sit back down as Riley starts to sob. "It will be okay." I say. "I hope."

Luke's pov

It's black. I start to walk. I end up at my apartment and I open the door. Samantha is trying to get the little kids to stop crying. "I want LUKE!" Zack balled. "Hey buddie. I'm right here. What's going on?" I try touching his shoulder but I go right through him.

"Sam? What's going on?" I'm starting to panic. I start pacing. I close my eyes hoping this isn't real. "He's in a coma. And we are unsure of his fate." I hear a doctor say. I must be at the hospital. I look around and then I hear something that scared me most. "Thank you doctor." It was my mom. Then it hit me. I was the boy in the coma. I walk around until I find my body. I lay there lifeless. "I'm not going to die. Not now." I say trying to wake up.

Later

Still nothing. But, I'm getting closer. I won't stop until I wake up. I just can't give up. Not yet.

Third person pov

3 days have now passed. Luke has had no change in his condition. Riley has almost told Lucas her secret a few times in these passed few days. "Lucas..." Riley walked over to him about to say it. "Yes riles?" He asks in return. "It's Thursday. 3 days. I don't know how much more of it I can take." She sobbed. "I....." Lucas started before the phone rang.

Lucas' pov

"Hold on a sec Riley." I say walking over to the phone.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello, am I speaking to one of Luke Friar's parents?" The other person asks. "Yes. I'm his father." I answer. "Well...."

A few minutes later.

"What is it?" Riley asks as I hang up the phone. I turn around with a smile plastered on my face. "He's awake."
"Kids! Let's go! He's awake!" I call into the hall. Simultaneously all three kids came running out already to go, we are out the door and at the hospital within minutes.

Riley's pov

I run up to the front desk"Hi yes, my son just woke up from a coma." I rush. "Oh, your Luke's mother. He's in room 123." She says while pointing to the hall. "Thank you." I say and grab my family,heading into the room. "Hey guys." Luke says looking up from his phone. "Hey bud. How ya doing?" Lucas asked. "Fine. What day is it?" He asks. "Thursday. Why?" I ask with confusion. Because Amanda is staying with us this weekend. I wanted to tell you but then...well...you know." He explains. "Oh. Okay. Then I guess........" And that's when I got cut off by a women. "Where's my baby?" She kept asking as the nurses were trying to get the lady to calm down.

Luke's pov

"Luke?!" Victoria's voice was heard through out the hospital I'm sure. But, her calling my name made my dad angry and my mom was beyond confused.
Once she saw what room I was in she said Luke and tried to come closer to me but my mom stopped her.
"I'm sorry. Who are you exactly?"my mom was frustrated now. "I'm Luke's mother. Who are you?!"Victoria asked in a rude manner. "I'm Luke's mother." My mom said coldly.
Victoria scoffed and said "you? Ha! You can't be more than what? 19?" My mom was taken back for a second and then said "you know what? I'm going to take that as a complement. I'm 24. You can't be younger than what?55?60?" After she said this she got a satisfied smirk plastered on her face. We all snickered. "I'm not even 40 yet!" Victoria yelled. "Actually you are 50 Victoria." Sam said in a icy tone. "I'm your mother Samantha Nicole! Do not call me that! I still have rights to you and your brother. You're still mine." This is the part were my sister just loses it. "Yours?yours! No way in hell am I yours. You are a selfish little bitch that abandoned two children and has the nerve to say they're hers! It took 5 f*****g years for us to be adopted. Then when everything in our lives is actually okay you have to waltz right back in here and make it sh** again! I'm done with your shi* and I'm done with you! I don't want to see you ever again. I won't speak to you ever again. If we want to see Amanda you'll have to talk to Luke because I NEVER want to see your fu**ing face again!" Samantha's face you could see a broken girl for just a split second until her wall was built back up, this time with ice. She then walked over to my dad who embraced her in a hug. "I think you should go Victoria. I'll see you Sunday when I drop Amanda back home." I say not looking her in the eye. "Okay. But just know these are still my children and I will get them back one way or another." Victoria says scowling at my parents. "Come here." I say to Sam as I make room on the bed for her to sit down. Once she does she lays her head on my shoulder and cries. I comfort her like normal and everyone else leaves the room to give her and I some space.

Amanda's pov

I wasn't asleep this time. Well, I was but I woke up this time. I looked
at the clock, it was 2:30 am and I sat up about to go in the kitchen for water. That's when my dad walked in "what are you doing up you little brat?" His words were slurred because he was drunk. "I'm getting water." I say backing into a wall. He grabs my wrist and starts to hit me anywhere possible. Now I wish I was asleep. So than I wouldn't know the truth. I, Amanda Jones was apart of child abuse.