Falling for the Good Boy *Editing*

Chapter 14

I saw nothing.

I tasted nothing.

I smelled nothing.

I did hear, though.

I heard crying.

I heard my name.

I heard beeping.

I heard everything around me.

I could feel, too.

I felt a rough, calloused hand clasping one of mine and knew that it was Alek.

I felt a smooth hand with long fingers holding my other hand and I knew that it was Blake.

But I couldn't tell them I could hear them or feel them.

"What's wrong with her?" Alex. An excruciating pain shot thorough me as I heard his voice, like my skin was being cut apart with dull scissors.

I couldn't scream.

"She's in a coma," the doctor replied.

"When will she wake up?" James. Another wave of pain hit me, this time it felt like someone was banging my head on a brick wall with superhuman strength.

I couldn't scream.

"We don't know. It could be a few days or weeks. Worst case scenario, years."

I heard Beth and Alice whimper, causing another wave of pain.

"Can she hear us?" My heart tugged as I heard Blake's voice.The pain was so bad then, at his voice, I felt like someone was pouring gasoline on a wound and setting my whole body on fire.

I couldn't scream.

The pain was worse than when Alek or James or Beth or Alice spoke.

It was worse than when the semi truck had collided with me.

"It's possible, but you should know that a recent study shows that when a loved one speaks while around a coma patient, the patient may feel excruciating pain." Finally. This guy might've just saved me a world of more pain.

I heard intakes of breaths and then everyone around me was silent.

I wanted so badly to squeeze Blake's hand, to tell him I was doing okay.

But I couldn't.

I wanted so badly to open my eyes and see everyone.

But I couldn't.

It's a really scary thing to not be able to control your body. I wanted to cry at how pathetic I probably looked.

But I couldn't.

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I felt the hands of Blake and Alek in mine for the next few days. At least, I think it was a few days. I'd kind of lost track of time.

I don't remember if my parents every came to visit me. You'd think that they'd want to see how their only daughter is doing in her coma, but my parents were a little different than others.

"Do you really love her?" I heard Blake ask someone.

"Without a doubt." Alek replied instantly. "Do you?"

"More than anything."

It was silent for a while, other than someone's weeping, but then something clattered to the ground from inside my room.

"Dammit!" I heard Blake's voice and something else fell from a table. "I knew she was miserable. I don't know why, but I knew. She stopped smiling, she stopped laughing, she got quieter and quieter."