Dying | Tronnor

Thirty-two

*one week later*

I continued to walk around the hallways, aimlessly. Tyler and Connor should be here soon for my daily visit. I paced around the lobby type thing of the hospital. I must of paced in front of the Starbucks at least one hundred times. People literately just walked through me, I didn't mind it's not like they can see me I'm just a ghost. But it did hurt when Connor and Tyler just walked through me and into the elevator. I ran in with them, Connor just talked about youtube and starting  a business called common culture. Tyler also wanted to start a youtube channel. As we went up to my floor, I got nervous, I always got nervous, I felt like I was disappointing them. ''Hello'' said a friendly voice as we entered the room, it wasn't to me though, my lifeless  body still disappointing everyone. ''I um have some bad news'' the nurse  continued. ''It seems as if Troye's estimation date, to wake up, is a little later than we thought.'' ''How long?'' Connor asked his eyebrow's furrowed. ''Uh, two weeks to a month' She said quickly scurrying out of the room. Great I was still a huge disappointment. Connor dropped beside my bed, the oh so familiar tears streaming down my face. But instead of gripping my hand tightly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me viscously. ''WHY CAN'T YOU WAKE UP!!!'' he yelled shaking me harder, Tyler ran up to him and tried to pull him off but Connor just held on to my shoulders harder. Tyler ran out of the room as Connor cried harder. Some nurses came and dragged him out of the room, but not without a huge fight Connor squirmed and screamed as if he were being murdered. They gave him an IV to help him out. They put him in a bed beside mine. His sleeping body still looked stressed and anxiety filled. I came up and grabbed his hand. He couldn't feel it though my ghostly hand grabbed his all his stress and anxiety felt like it came into me. When I opened my eyes I was back in my real body, holding Connors hand.