After the night was through, at least that was what I thought, because I couldn’t see the clock (of course) I heard the door close and the nurse came in, I felt a glow of joy as she leaned over me and stroked my hair out of my face, I wish that I could smile to show how much I liked her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t express it but I wish that she was my foster mum, now THAT would wake me up, and I’d rip off these things that they have attached to my arms, chest and legs and jump up with amazingness and glory, but she never said anything.
The policeman came into the room I know it was the policeman because the nurse said, “hello sir.” But he didn’t say anything although I knew that he was leaning over me, staring at my face, then he whispered over to the nurse, “ any better?” the nurse went quiet for a moment-then she said, “seems worse now.” I could suddenly hear the nurse’s mournful crying.
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Bullying
Mistério / SuspenseA girl is bullied and bullied until a fire reaps through the care home she lives in, suddenly, she is in a coma in hospital. Will she wake up or will she die?
