Scars {Completed}

Chapter Twenty- Three

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Mark's POV

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I sit next to Kenzie's hospital bed, and listen to the machine keeping her heart beating.

After the paramedics had come to help Kenzie, they immediately took her for tests, and stitches. After they had said she'd be okay, I asked to stay in the room with her, but they had just said no.

Something about giving her 'space'.

I slowly take her small cold hand in mine.

"Please... Wake up..." I plead quietly.

She was laying down- so peacefully. Her brown curly hair falling over her tiny shoulders. Her arms were wrapped up in a large cloth, slightly stained red.

I hear the door open, but completely ignore it.

"Sir, you need to leave." A nurse demands.

I don't reply.

"Excuse me?" She taps my shoulder.

I look up towards her, and back down at Kenzie.

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Kenzie's POV

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For the past who-knows-how-long, I've been awake.

Just not... awake.

Confused?

Me too.

I've been completely aware of my surroundings. I can hear people opening and closing doors. People talking.

I just can't open my eyes.

For probably the hundredth time, I attempt to open my eyes.

My eyes slowly pry open, and there's a light right- above?- me.

I shut my eyes, and open them again, as they adjust to the surroundings.

I hear a beeping, and few other random buzzes.

Looking around, I see a few machines. Connected to the machines, are tubes, which I notice are either going into my arms, or attached to other machines.

One tube was specifically connected into my abdomen.

"I'm alive." I quietly mumble, looking down at my bandaged arms.

That means I still have to deal with doctors.

And Matt.

And Roquelle.

And The Voice...

My eyes swell with tears, and I cry.

How long? Who knows.

But I cried. And cried. And cried.

And they weren't happy tears either.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor walks into the room.

"Kenzie McHill?" He says with a calm tone.

I simply nod, wiping the tears off my face.

"Before I begin with anything, I wanted to check if you're okay with visitors?" He asks, coming over, and checking my IV tube.

"Um- Yeah. I'm okay with visitors." I nod.

He just smiles, and leaves.

A few seconds later, Mark walks in.