I had sat in Brooklyn's hospital room from the moment she got here, and it had been three hours since. A few doctors had come in and out, but I still waited, not wanting Brook to wake up alone. The doctor had said that she had gotten a concussion, and her left wrist was sprained.
Besides that,the doctor said that she only had a few minor injuries, like bruises and such. Even though she sustained a black eye, she still looks very peaceful in her sleep. "You know Brook, I know you're not awake to hear this, but I just want to tell you something." I stopped, knowing that she would want to hear what I was going to tell her while she was awake.
I just held her limp hand, as she slept. "Please, wake up." I said, barely a whisper. Just like a miracle, Brooklyn's stormy grey eyes slowly fluttered open, and she smiled at me.
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When She Was Put Back Together Again
Teen FictionBrooklyn. Poor, poor Brooklyn. After surviving a physically and emotionally abusive father, she has to try to regain control of her life. When her mom sends her off to a school for other kids dealing with similar trauma, she meets someone who maybe...
