This chapter is back to the sleeping Richard. I really hope you like this book it's my first one and I don't know if I'm doing that good. Enjoy and thanks.
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I felt her move every time I twitched uncontrollably. She would rise from her place beside me and rub her hand gently down my face then go back to her place, I guessed she was in a chair but I didn't know. Her hands were constantly wrapped around mine and she never left the room unless she had to. I needed to wake up and so I tried. I pulled my eyelid muscles trying to lift them and open them. I lifted them slightly and started to see some light, I pulled more on them willing them to open and that's what they did. They opened in a rush of blurry light and blurry stuff I couldn't even figure out what they were at first. I heard her, her voice calling for the doctor" he's awake he's awake." I looked around trying to remember where I was and why I'd gotten here. I tried speaking carefully at first my throats was so dry. " Layla where... where am I? Why... why am I here?" " Richard you were cutting your wrist, you said you were trash and so you wanted to be treated as so when you died but you didn't and here you are." I was happy and mad all at the same time, why didn't they just leave me to die and my Layla truly loved me why else would she stay at a hospital day in and day out. The doctor was very happy I had waken up and he was explaining how he would contact my mother but I told him she wasn't my mother she was indeed my aunt. He was a little confused but initially allowed Layla's mom who I said was mine as well to take me home.
