coma ❀ michael clifford ❀ book three

tulips.

on the first day that i was in the hospital, koda brought me white tulips.

she ran into the hospital room, her hair in a messy pile on top of her head,

and tears streaming down her face.

my eyes were closed, a tube taking every breath for me.

she leaned over me,

sobbing into my chest, despite all of the tubes and wires.

"please come back to me,"

she choked out inbetweeen sobs.

and i wondered how i heard her.

i wondered how i was conscious of all of this,

even though i was in a coma.

love,

michael.

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okay now if you haven't caught on im worried for you