Fact number eight: Sometimes, coma patients can hear you. And when that happens, you really start to think back to all of the things you said.
The whole ride to the hospital I was freaking out... she was asking for me. She remembered.
She heard me?
By the time I got to her room, my mouth was dry. I mean, I've talked to her for two months, and she hadn't said a word. She'd never even seen me. That was... scary.
The door was shut, so I knock.
A doctor opened the door and smiled at me. I guess he was expecting me then... "Come on in," he said.
So I followed him.
I looked over at the bed to see June, smiling. Sitting up in the bed, and she was looking right back at me. I started to say something, but I was at a loss for words.
"Um," I mumbled.
"I'll let you two talk for a while," the doctor said, stepping out. And then we were alone, actually alone. I kind of wanted him to come back in.
But I looked over at June. This is it. She's awake. It happened.
Then I found myself starting to smile too.
"Blue," she said.
"What?" I laughed nervously. It seemed to make her smile more.
"You should paint the kitchen blue."
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Historia CortaBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'