Chapter 9 (Nine) - I will survive!

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I could hear noises, mostly of a man. He sounded a bit american. Unless.. I'm in america? No that's impossible. Wait a minute, I take this as I'm not dead then? Because I can hear sounds.

"Doctor, when do you think she'll wake up from this coma?" Asked mum.

"I'm afraid our results don't show us that information, but there is a 90% chance she is going to wake up. All we can possibly do is just wait, that's all for now. Any further, and the hospital with contact you." Replied the doctor.

"Thank you."

I heard the door close but I wasn't quite sure who left the room. So far I know that I'm in a hospital and I have a 'comma' isn't that a mark of punctuation indicating a division in a sentence? That's just messed up. So now I'm punctuation?

Suddenly a soft warm hand brushed against my forehead repeatedly..

"Marylin, can you hear me? If you can I just wanted to say, next time be careful before you jump of the top of the stairs to the ground, because you can hurt yourself."

What the hell was she talking about? I never jumped of any stairs? Stan punched me in the temple and I got knocked out. Wait a minute, Stan probably lied to her to make it seem like it wasn't his fault I ended up how I am today. Grr, when I get out of here he's so going to have a taste of his own medicine!

No matter how badly I tried speaking I couldn't. It was like I was trapped in a dead body, destined to get out.

Mum continued to rub my forehead continuously, not quite sure why but she did. All of a sudden, a negative atmosphere filled the entire room.

"Oh, honey your here" addressed mum to Stan.

"Yeah, I just popped down to the pub to have a couple pints with the lads, then popped down to the shop to get Marylin a little present." replied Stan.

"Oh, what did you get her?" Asked mum.

I heard some rustling noise, the noise you'd hear when someone's fiddling with a bag. After about a couple of seconds of fiddling silence filled the room.

"Stan."

"Yes dear?"

"You are aware that it's just condom's in your BAG! Aren't you?" She bawled.

Why the hell is she shouting for? Is she not aware that although my body is dead I can pretty much hear her loud and clear? Does she want me to be death as well as in a coma?

"Yes. She can use the condoms for erm you know..uh..girl things? He stuttered.

"Girl things? Really. You don't say. Because Marylin really has a penis to put a condom on? Alright, "great" thinking Stan!"

"Who knows? Isn't she supposed to be a boy?"

"Stan. That's not funny. Stop acting like you was born yesterday, because you wasn't. Snapped mum.

"Fine, whatever I'll go return these condoms. Be right back in a moment."

Finally, they shut the hell up! Giving me a headache and all sorts.

'Marylin remember that time when you was a little girl and I you couldn't climb up the stairs, so I'd put you on my back and carry you around?" She told.

To be honest, I don't even know why she was talking to me, because it's not like I could respond, and how could I possibly remember that? I have a shorter attention span as a fish! And I'm not even sure if that's possible ! But all I know is that my memory is horrific. Thinking about it makes me upset, until well of course I forget what I was thinking off.

Her cold hand continued to brush against my face, until she started touching my hair and allowing her salty tears to drop all over my mouth. Tears do taste like salt right?

"Oh Marylin. She sobbed. Please, stay strong. Don't leave me. Your my one and only daughter, without

you I'm like winnie the pooh without tigger. She began to sing a song to me, that went a little like this.

"Don't go, don't leave, please stay, with me. You are the only thing I need, to get by, to get by."

After every word she sang, there was a pause of just her sobbing. I felt so sorry for her, but then again I didn't. I mean after all she is my mum & everything, but after the way she treated me a couple of days ago, not even an apology could make me forgive her.

See, I'm the type of girl to always keep the grudge, in other words I forgive but I don't forget. Even though my memory as I mentioned earlier is appalling, but don't get me wrong, I do tend to remember stuff sometimes, but that's only when it's important, or was really offensive, and I guess it's the case!

The door opened once again, somebody walked in. Maybe a nurse/doctor not quite sure.

"Alright Mr and Mrs Jenkins, it's time for Marylin to take her bath.. So, I'm afraid we're going to have to tell you to leave now, besides visiting hours are ending in the next 5 minutes. But before my assistant escorts you out, any last words you want to say? Or any gifts etc that you might want to give her?" Asked the Doctor.

"Erm, I don't think so, wait. Stan, you haven't said anything to Marylin, do you want to say something quickly to her before we leave?"

There was silence for a slight second, then he let out a loud moan.

"Fine." He sighed.

I'm not quite sure what he did next, but I think he came towards me, because I could feel some sort of extra warmth, something like that behind me.. I was right. He came up to me, and started breathing on my ear, making the little hairs sway back and forth.

"See you at home. Marie Lynn." He spoke softly into my ear.

Marie Lynn? That's not my name. What is he talking about?

"Okay, well I guess that's all for today, Nurse, escort them out please. See you later Mr and Mrs Jenkins..

"It's actually Mrs Jenkins and Mr Newill. Aha.." She said uncomfortably.

"Apologies."

The nurse escorted them out of the building, the doctor then proceeded.

"Alright Marylin, we're just going to give you bath, brush your teeth, and give you food through your tube again. We're just going to wait for the nurse to come back, and then we'll proceed."

I'm not quite sure why he was talking to me, I mean it's not like I could reply to him..

The nurse was taking to come, and I was starting to get bored...

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