Chapter 13

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**Susan point of view**

Since she fell into the coma she could feel herself getting weaker and she knew she was dying. There is nothing anyone can do to stop it; age is a cruel thing.

She also knew that Liz had left for Turkey as she had said goodbye and there were a few tears shed from both Emma and Liz. Although Emma was her daughter she had also brought Liz up since she was 12 so it was like Liz was also her daughter.

She had also heard about a potdoll Emma had found and Sadie's reaction to it. Well Sadie had always been psychic and if there was something wrong with the doll she was the one to ask. But she was being distant, she was researching no doubt and strengthening her skills as well as seeking help from professionals. That was what Sadie was like; always the logical one from the group but she knew how to have fun on the days she could let her hair down.

Adrian...now that was a recent one. He was her doctor but seemed to be getting friendly with Emma...he is 22 and seems like a gentleman. He is in the room now talking to Emma about her health and there seems to be nothing wrong so its not time to let go just yet. Now they are flirting and he gives her a piece of paper which she reads aloud...

She knew it was Liz who had wrote it and she also approved of their relationship so Susan did too, as Liz hardly approves of anyone so it was a surprise Liz was getting married at first. Sometimes Liz seems to know Emma better than Susan herself but she also knows Susan as she had talked to Liz a few times when she was struggling so Liz also knew her life was ending which gives Emma two weeks with her mother. Susan felt scared as she didn't want to leave Emma but the extent of her injuries and her age made it impossible to get better as she felt weak; however, they are in good hands and they will look after each other. She felt tiredness creeping in so she decided to sleep for a while, not like anyone could tell anyway as she is in a coma and her eyes are always closed but the rest of her senses are alert.

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