I heard murmuring from around me. Pain rushed through me body. I felt something on my nose, supplying me with air. I cracked my eyes open to be met with a bright light. As my eyes adjusted I was met with a sterile white and light blue room, a hospital. I looked around and was met by a shocked looking doctor. I opened my mouth to ask her something but nothing came out. Her eyes widened more and quickly supplied me with a cold cup of water. She then placed the cup down on the table next to me and rushed out of the room. I looked down and saw my pale flesh, paler than before. I then noticed my hair, the locks of red were gone. Now they were longer and back to my natural light brown color. The last thing I noticed was that my engagement ring and wedding ring were gone. The tan line that was once there was gone. Now I knew that something was totally wrong.
The nurse came rushing back with a doctor. The doctor was short, 5'3 maybe, black hair tied into a bun and a small badge on her coat reading 'Dr. Quinn'. Dr. Quinn and the nurse didn't mutter word to me as they checked my pulse and other routine things. Dr. Quinn let out a breath of relief.
"One year in your head and you're still healthy. So, Ms. Valentine how are you feeling?" the doctor started to question.
"I'm fine, worried. What happened? I was at my wedding when I collapsed?" I mentioned to the doctor. She gave me a worried look.
"Sweetheart you've been in a coma for the past year and a half." I gave her a lock of astonishment. "Okay let's start with some routine questions. How old are you?"
"23" I answered quickly.
"You're 17, almost 18." She replied sincerely.
"But, but that doesn't make any sense! I was just 23 and at my wedding not too long ago." I started to feel anxiety rushing through me.
"Okay, let's start on how you arrived here." She started. "When you arrived here in Miami you were in a car accident with your friend, Riker. You hit your head pretty nastily, causing you to fall into a coma. Life support was going get cut off today in about two hours." She let the information sink in.
"So everything I think happened never happened?" I asked quietly. My son, Ariana, my dad? I felt a lump in my throat. I saw the doctor nod sadly. "But it felt so real, really real."
"Well, the brain is a complex place. It can create scenarios that seem so realistic but aren't. Are you okay? Any pain?" She asked, going back to her doctor responsibilities.
"I feel fine, just really confused." I replied to her question.
"Well, there's a few people in the waiting room. They've visited everyday for the past year and half. I think they'll be excited to see that you're awake. Want me to send them in?" I nodded to her question. She smiled and walked out of the room.
I have to forget everything that my mind made up now. No wedding, no dad and sadly no son. I think that's what hurts me the most. I never had a son, yet I'm in love with the thought of him. My little Austy was never real. I felt a small salty tear escape my eyes and land in my mouth. I now realized that I was full out crying. I tried to wipe my tears before anyone came in.
Thinking about that, who would visit me? My answer was answered when Austin came running through the door, Robert, Alex and Zach trailing behind him. They were standing in the door frame looking shock. Tears weld up in their eyes. The next thing I knew, Austin was on my hospital bed hugging me. The other guys were standing around my bed. Austin held on to me with all his strength, I tried to do the same but couldn't hug back that tight, I felt weak. I felt his warm tears on my neck, I then felt my own.
"I thought I was going to lose. Never do that to me. Please never again." Austin whimpers were muffled by skin.
"I'm sorry." I cried. Austin pulled away and smiled weakly at me. He sat up and the other guys preceded to hug me. Alex lingered a bit more. I smiled gently when he did.
