A World Without You Isn't One For Me (A PJO/HOO fanfiction)

Chapter 19

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Recap just cuz
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Jenny's POV
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I was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to about five bajillion machines. My parents were crying in the corner, talking to a doctor. Where was I? What happened. "Mom. Dad." I called out in a low, scratchy voice. My parents looked over at me and they exploded. Not literally, that would have been weird. Just with happiness. Then they rushed over to me.

"What happened? Where am I?" I asked.

"Darling,", my mom started, "you've been in a coma for the past two months."

I started crying. Nothing that has happened was real. None of it. Not Elliot. Not Chiron. Not Camp Half-Blood. Nothing. The past two months of my life had been a trick of my mind, a lie. UGH!

"Honey, we're going to stay with you in the hospital over night", my dad explained, "you get to leave in a week. The doctors need to make sure you are well enough to go home. "

I nodded. I was thinking about throwing a temper tantrum about wanting to leave right now. I decided I would be better off not doing that and just being calm. I didn't want the doctors thinking I was insane or anything. (Me, insane? Nooo...)

The doctors unhooked me from most of the machines and left me to be with my family. "Sweetie, do you need anything?" My mom asked. I started thinking about Lily, my 'twin sister'.

"Mom, did you have a miscarriage?" I asked. She seemed taken back by my question, and then her eyes welled up with tears.

"Umm, I was supposed to have twins when you were born, one didn't make it to birth. How did you know?" So I told her about the fake adventures I had had while I was in the coma. About Lily, and Camp Half-Blood. I left out the parts with me kissing Elliot, and the parts where my parents didn't care about me. In reality, they cared about me more that life itself.

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One week later
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"Miss Houston, you are now allowed to go home. You must leave before 12:00 pm today. I left a wheelchair outside your room for when you are ready." The doctor said to me and my parents.

"Ok, thank you." My mom said.

"Mom, dad, I want to leave right now. I haven't been home in a long time." They nodded and brought the wheelchair next to my bed. I climbed into it. They wheeled me out to the waiting room.

As we steered around the people in the waiting room, a certain person caught my breath. He looked me right in the eye for about two seconds, and then walked away nonchalantly. No. It couldn't be. The boy looked exactly like Elliot.

I decided to not think about it too much. We left the wheelchair by the door next to a bunch of other ones, and my dad pulled up the car. My mom helped me climb in, and we were off.

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This story's complete!
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