The ambulance arrived. Sandy's parents arrived. The whole town arrived...
Three months had gone by. Sandy was officially in a coma.
Nothing was bright in Sandy's family and friends worlds. Especially in her love of her life's world. He thought he was the responsible for this. Danny's friends tried to tell him that it wasn't his fault. But no matter what Danny thought it was.
It was a normal Sunday morning. Danny sat holding Sandy's hand in silence hearing the flat line go... beep. beep. beep. beep...
Sandy's parents walked in the room and said Danny have you been to Church lately? I haven't gone since I was little. Why? said Danny. Come with us today. So Danny agreed to go.
When he got out of the after noon Mass he felt something inside him lighten up. Like he had more hope than usual that Sandy was going to be okay.
The next day he arrived at the hospital. He usually told Sandy how his previous day was (even though he knew she couldn't hear him). And in the middle of his story the nurse came in. Hi Danny! she said in her high pitched voice. Hi Penelope said Danny. (In these three months Danny got to know everyone in the hospital). I have sad news today said Penelope. What is it? said Danny. Well... umm... they are giving Sandy another week before they pull the plug said Penelope looking down to the ground and trying not to let tears fall out. But it has only been three months! there has to be more time! yelled Danny. Danny I feel the same... there is nothing I can do said Penelope waking out the door.
Sandy wake up! Wake up! Wake up! cried Danny.
I know a sad chapter... :*(
