"I'm sorry for not calling yesterday. I feel like I'm losing my grip on sanity. It's knowing how close you are to me that makes me want to— it makes me want to fucking scream. You're still breathing, you're still alive and your heart is still beating, even if the machines are helping to keep you that way. So why do I feel like I'm mourning a loss?
It just feels like every time you start to get better, my hopes get high, so high that I can't see why I'd ever been so scared that you wouldn't make it. And then you get worse again and I feel like I won't make it either.
It's been one month since the seizure and doctors say.......- I don't even know if I can say it out loud...
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Doctors say that the chances of coma patients surviving gets drastically smaller after one month. I'm sorry, I have to go, I-"
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I have a few minutes with wifi where I am right now & wanted to post a chapter! I'll be back tomorrow night :)
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breathe me (e.dolan)
Fanfictionin which a sad girl leaves voicemails for a dying boy hoping that one day, maybe, he'll pick up the phone. completed august 23, 2017 voicemail format, lowercase intended
