Kian's POV:
It's been 2 months
She is still asleep.
She hasn't woken up.
I haven't seen her beautiful eyes in 2 months.
Her smile.
Her laugh.
Her precious words and thoughts and emotions.
I haven't heard or seen.
In 2 months.
Yes, I still blame myself for this.
And don't tell me I shouldnt.
Because I should. If I hadn't looked for her, and pissed her off.....Cheyenne would still be here.
Here as in....talking, smiling, so close to graduating.
But instead she is in a coma. In a bed that isn't hers. In a hospital that had to contact Florida for her medical records. She isn't living her dreams because of me.
All because of me.
A few days later
Chey's POV:
I blink my eyes open slowly and I'm blinded by the bright, white light.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why am I hooked up to a machine?
Come to think of it....who am I?
I pull the IV out of my hand, and swing my feet to the ground.
OUCH
GOD DAMMIT
I hold my rib cage, and wince. Fuck, that hurts.
I push the pain aside, and look for normal cloths. This thing I'm in only cover my front. Everything else in hanging out in the back. I spot a bag, and open it. Inside were a couple things of cloths. I grab the shorts and a hoodie. The hoodie says State Raiders and some other stuff.
A memory comes back.
I competed in this. And got 1st.
Okay, I'm an athlete. Got it.
I change, and look around for a mirror. I find one.
God damn.
I look like a witch.
I fix that, and see a metal clip board at the end of the bed. I tilt my head.
I'm in a hospital! That must be why my rub cage hurts. And is covered in a wrap. Makes sense.
I open it.
Cheyenne Lynn Garvey
Age: 17
Sex: female
And some other info.
Alright. I'm a teen. I'm a girl. Got it.
I grab the bag, and look around. No one is around. I go down the elevator and find a phone in the bag.
I'm remembering things.
I call for a taxi. On my phone is where I must live. Guess I live in Chicago. Weird place to live.
It's cold outside. God dammit. Again.
I finally make it back to the hotel, and look my room. I use the key, and open the door.
It's a mess inside.
No one else is there.
Guess I live alone. And a mess with that.
Kian's POV:
I walk into the hospital and go up to Chey's room.
The door is wide open.
And the bed is empty.
The bag is gone.
"Where did she go?" I murmur under my breath. I run out to the circle desk. "Was Cheyenne Garvey released?" I ask.
The lady types, "Uh, no. Her last condition statement was yesterday, and she was still in a coma. Why? Is there a problem Mr.Lawley?"
I nod. "She is gone."
