May 29th 2015

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May 29th 2015

Footsteps creep across the ground, I've been here long enough to recognise the sounds that different people make when they walk. These steps are slow and small, it's my mum again. She has lived at the hospital since the accident. I can't remember her but I can image she would be really nice and caring. She sits next to my bed and holds my hand, well at least I think she does, and tells me everything is going to be okay. Mum stays with me praying that I will wake up. I hear more foot steps, this time the steps are bigger and faster, it's my dad. He usually comes everyday to visit after work. Mum hasn't gone to work since the accident, dad tells me things about my family. He says that she hasn't done much since the accident. Dad walks in, his steps finish about the same place mums did and sits.

"Has anything happened?" Dad asked nervously

"No change" Mum whispers

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