*LOUIS POV*
I can't move... I've tried everything but I just. can't. move.
For a while, I couldn't feel or hear anything.
That is, until a few hours ago.
At least, I think it was a few hours ago... I don't even know what time it is...
Since I couldn't move or even open my eyes, I've decided to let my mind wander and I guess I lost track of time.
My mind always seemed to wander back to Cassi.
I've been worried nice the crash but I can't move. I'm getting extremely frustrated.
I hear the heart monitor pick up speed as I get increasingly angry at myself for being in my frozen state.
Someone comes into my room and presses a few buttons on the annoying beeping machine and leaves as soon as they had come in.
For what seems like hours, I lay here and try to move or at least open my damn eyes.
The one thing that stops me from trying any further was a tiny gasp.
Seconds after the gasp, I felt a tiny hand wrap around one of mine as little drops of wetness fall onto it.
An unfamiliar female voice speaks up.
"I guess you don't know the worst part yet..."
I hear a sniffle before a weak voice replies.
"Whats the worst part?"
The first voice speaks again.
"Louis-he's in a coma."
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My (not-so) superman
Ficção AdolescenteWalking alone on a cold, bitter night in Woodstock isn't the best thing to do for a 17 year old. Even if you just fought with your mom. The freaky mist unnaturally crawling across the damp road while very new gas guzzlers pass through; and creepy me...
