Comatose || s. stan

2 || never ending, by rihanna

« in which they realise their reality is far from realistic. »

''Shh! I'm going, I'm going! Just – keep quiet Christ!''

Harlyn couldn't believe her eyes. One second she was alone in her room, and the next Sebastian Stan was in her room. But it couldn't be possible – he was still stuck in the hospital, in a freaking coma! Wait – was he – no that couldn't be. He was freaking transparent!

||Ghost in the mirror, I knew your face once, but now it's unclear||

Oh she had calmed down alright since the accident, it had happened 5 weeks ago, and she's been catching up for the last two weeks. She's missed a lot at school, and had to get started on the Marvel project. Her life was incredibly hectic for someone who's just gotten out of a deep coma. Needless to say, her jaw had dropped to the floor when she had learned what happened – a car crash with no other than the famous Sebastian Stan.

His fans didn't know the real reason of the accident, but her and his family did: he was drunk driving. His mother had apologized profusely about his mistakes. It was easy to forgive, but not to forget. In all honesty, she had forgotten him because she had only lost three weeks of her life. It could've have been so much worse. Her health was stable. But every time she tried to get in a car, she would reminisce the intense pain of the moment and have a panic attack. She used her bike, and walked a lot more than she used to. Sometimes, when she felt particularly fearless or brave, she would take the bus. The slow drive didn't stress her as much as the fast an unpredictable car rides. And there was people. She would easily engage the conversation with somebody aboard, most of the time the same old lady, Maggy.

|| And I can't feel my body now. I'm separate from here and now ||

Why couldn't that day start alright? He was standing tall in her room, and she was just there trying to hide her breast from his sight – what kind of girl slept with a bra on ? Not her.

''Please just stay quiet – '' He raised his hands in an attempt to calm her down, and she backed away in her bed like he was carrying a flamed torch, her eyes widened in horror. ''Don't worry I've already seen a naked woman before, '' he joked.

Harlyn was incredibly shocked. For the second time in what seemed to be just a brief moment, her breath was taken away by something completely inexplicable. Her mind tried to grasp on something logical, an explanation that would justify the situation, but it seemed to be only meeting thin air.

''How – when – what – '' Words escaped her.

''I don't know ! I don't know!'' He was starting to freak out as well. She stepped out of her warm blankets, put on her large sweater, and grabbed her baseball bat that she hid under her bed just in case.

''Oh hey not fair – '' he started to complain at the sight of the weapon.

''Harlyn?'' Her sister Rae screamed from the other side of the door and started hitting on it. ''Harlyn! Open the door! What's going on, are you alright?!'' Harlyn could easily detect the panic in her sister's voice.

''Just – hide under the bed, do something!'' She whispered as he threw himself under the cover in the less possible subtle way.

She ran to her bedroom door and opened it wide for her sister to enter, and notice the absence of the so told rapist.

''Hey Rae, sorry about that – just another nightmare. How did you sleep?''

Well, that was smooth, Harlyn thought.