Forever and Ever

TWO-2-TWO

A/N: So sorry for the late update! End of year examinations are coming up and so are tennis competitions so I haven't had much time to write. Well, since it's the September holidays, I found a wee bit of time to write: here it is:) Hope you enjoy!
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  "She's in a coma",

"She'll be fine",

"Riley! Wake up!",

"Come on Riley",

"I love you"

This has been going on for days, weeks and years. But hey, who's counting right? Everyday I have been hearing people coming in to send me their wishes and cry beside me. Everyday I try so hard to open my eyes to see these  people who claim they 'love' me. I could hear, breath; I was living but at the same time, I wasn't. I was just like an empty shell.

"She's breathing normally, really it's a miracle for a patient to be alive after 7 years of being in a coma." A voice spoke from beside me, breaking my thoughts.7 years?!

"I know, she's a strong girl." Another person replied before sighing loudly.

I imagined the first person who spoke dressed in white, the second dressed casually. Brown waves of hair flowed from her head as she stared intently at me.

What? Do I have something on my face?

The brunette's eyes widened in shock as she leaned in towards me.

"Riley? Are you awake?"

Wait, she can hear me?

"Riley," the brunette breathed out a sigh of relief, "I-I have been waiting everyday for this for the past seven years and now? I-I don't know what to say- I'm just so-"

"Excuse me Mrs Dawson but I will have to run a few checks on your daughter, do you mind taking a seat first?" The doctor said, gesturing to the waiting area outside the ward. The brunette nodded her head and gave me a reassuring smile before reluctantly heading out towards the waiting area.

"Miss Riley, can you hear me? I'm just going to run a few checks okay?" The doctor said. I stared at the ceiling numbly. I didn't talk or nod my head, it was just all too overwhelming.

I lay still as Doctor T. ran checks on my body. My eyes could finally open! I can see again! However waking up to an environment that smells so clean and sickeningly of medicine, I did not feel as excited as I had hoped. The walls were white, the bed sheet was white, even the people were dressed in white. It made my head spin, making it feel like a bad hangover however aspirin can't save me this time. I closed my eyes again to let it all sink in. Where was I? How did I end up here? What happened? Questions raced throughout my mind as Doctor T. and a few nurses worked around me. I could hear the brunette practically screaming into the phone- thank goodness I'm not at the other end of that phone call- that her 'baby' was alive.

After about what felt like forever, the doctor and nurses were finished 'checking' me. I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, no longer in that smelly white hospital gown which exposes my whole back- it really made me cold especially when they turn the air-con down to like what felt like it was winter here. I sat in a wheelchair as I watched Doctor T. talk to the brunette, occasionally shooting me glances. I began playing with the hem of my shirt for I had nothing better to do and seriously, what fun can happen in a hospital? None.

A familiar voice made me snap my head up to face him. He looked the same as I had recalled from my memories, other than the wrinkles which had formed on his forehead. His hair had turned slightly grey-ish at the roots but overall, he still looked the same.