The Wave ✓

Wake

3 months later.

Violet's pov

It's been 3 months. 3 months since we got out of the hell hole.

3 months since my sister from another mother fell into a coma and has yet to awake.

All her injuries have healed, according to doctors, although the scars would remain for a while. No idea about her mental health.

She's alive, that I'm sure. Sometimes she would give me a sign by twitching her hand a bit or fluttering her eyelids. The doctors say it's common in comatose patients, but it's a good sign as it means she is going to wake up soon.

3 months soon.

The boys from one direction and the girls from our band have been coming almost daily, other than that we are going to therapy, as the trauma was too much to handle without it. Nightmares plagued us at night at first, but soon stopped by the second month for almost all.

Except me. The nightmares of my sister dying are still there. They just won't go away.

The boys also had traumatic experience there, more than us girls in The Wave, because of which they were going to therapy. They are getting better slowly, and I'm sure will be back to peak health in no time.

My dear Diana, please wake up.

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Diana's pov

It's dark, like it has been for the past. . . I don't know? Years perhaps? It sure felt like it. People come and go, and almost all times I can hear them.

They say I won't survive this. I'm happy about that.

Too much pain, and we all got out so there is no reason for me to stay now. It's better if I do leave and go.

These are the thoughts flowing in my mind always, many times thinking of letting go, but whenever Haz or Loubear, Sam or Vi, whenever they come and hold my hand, crying to themselves, demanding that I wake up, I just couldn't let myself go. Even in my dark state they managed to keep a hold of me.

Right now, it was Violet, dear Vi who was holding my hand. Earlier it was riddled with tubes, but now it's just one so there's hope that I can physically recover. That's good.

My mental state? That might take some work, when I wake up. If I wake up.

She was clutching my hand, no tears were there , so in assured that she is holding up good. I don't like making her sad. I don't want anyone to be sad. I just wanted to squeeze her hand, tell her that Now we are free Vi! Why not go and party, celebrate? Why sit here with me, when I can only make you cry?

I tried to squeeze her hand a bit, just a bit, to let her I know I'm there with her, but to no avail. Water droplets spattered on my hand, and my heart broke that my Vi was crying, again, because of me.

"Wake up Diana! It's been 3 months and you are still just lying there! Do something, show me your alive. You know, the doctors are saying that we might have to cut the life support soon, but I don't want to! You are my best friend, my sister, and I can't - won't let you go! Our fans are all outside,just sitting there, waiting for you to wake up. WAKE UP!"

She was crying, sobbing now, not bothering to conceal it. For her, I try to let out a reaction, it was paining me alot, even a fraction of movement was taxing on my body. But for her, I am willing to do it. For my band and my family, I'm willing to do it.

Not for my parents or blood family,not for the whole other world, but because of my band, my girls and my brothers, I struggled to open my eyes.

White splashed in my vision, my body heating up. I was jerking slightly, trying to give any reaction so that my girl could see it, and suddenly all I could see was light.

Jesy's pov

We all were huddled in Diana's room. Violet was screaming at her to wake up, but we couldn't do anything else. All were losing hope and the doctors said that we would have to cut her life support by the next week, if she hasn't woken up.

Suddenly, a loud BEEP sounded, Diana's heart rate was increasing, red was flashing as it reached to almost a seizure, and when I touched her,

"Guys, she's burning up! Someone call the nurse!" I yelled to them.

Sam quickly punched the red button made for emergencies, and the doctor and nurses quickly ushered in. Their eyes widened as they started pulling gloves in their hands and asked us to move out.

Without wasting much time we all ran out, just praying that our small sister would be okay. Suddenly, the door opened and one nurse came to us, wide eyed and said,

"She's awake."