*Katy's POV*
"Her liquids have been flushed through?" The voices are close, maybe a few metres.
"Yes, yes they have."
"And her meds?"
"I've changed the meds just like you suggested, Doctor"
"Brilliant Zoe, thankyou."
There is a pause.
"Zoe, are you alright today?"
"Sorry doctor, it's just that i know this patient."
She knows me? Zoe, Zoe. I dont know anyone called Zoe.
"Oh i'm so sorry, all you had to do was let me know and i would have given you a different patient."
"I know, i just really want this."
"I know you do, and keep going with this level of dedication, you will get there, I'm going to see Mr Brown in ward B7, If you'd like some time in here? Then you can come and join me."
"Thankyou doctor."
I hear a door close. Was that a door? Yes, i think it was. Because then the footsteps fade. Someone sits in a chair besides me. I've heard that sound alot. Doctors, nurses but never anyone i know. Some of them speak to me like they know me, but i dont recall ever hearing their voice before.
"Hello, Katy... Sorry i'm not really used to this. They've... they've told me you can still hear and i just need to let you know that we will get you out. Everyone is so worried about you, but i know you will be fine. And i'm also so sorry..."
Why is she sorry? I dont know her. I dont. I dont recognise this voice.
"I know we've never met, well our paths have crossed but we've never properly talked. but i feel like it's down to me. I should have stopped Fox and Jack. I should have stopped them from winding you up. It was sick, what they did. But you know what? I really think there was some truth behind it. I mean, it's making Tom sick. You being here? It's making him sick. That doesn;t just happen does it? And i guess you think i'm stupid coming to you and just talking but..."
I hear a sniff.
"I mean, i would be lying if i said i wasn't saying this just to make myself feel better. Because i am. I feel awful, so awful. You shouldn't be here. They are falling apart, you know? And i care about them all so much. It's so hard to see them like this. Harry and Tom, Sam and Dom, Nicola. Fox and Jack. It just put things into perspective and... please, just try. I know how comas work. I know it's nearly impossible to wake yourself up but just try to keep fighting."
Her words make no sense to me. I dont know these people. Harry and Sam and Dom and Nicola. Fox and Jack? I dont know what she's talking about. I dont know why i have to wake up because i dont know who will be waiting. I dont remember knowing anyone. I dont know who i know. Maybe i'm already dead. Maybe this is my leftover dreams running loose in my head. Maybe i'm going crazy.
"I'm sorry, this is probably hard for you to hear .. I mean, if you even can hear."
Her footsteps fade and the door swings shut.
I long for a tear to roll down my cheek. I need something to happen. Something so i know i'm here. Nothing makes sense. I long to remember these people who care about me. Is it my imaginiation making up names in my head? Probably. That conversation probably never happened. It's the medication the doctors are always going on about. One sentence circles around my head,
I mean, it's making Tom sick. You being here? It's making him sick. That doesn't just happen, does it?
The thing that scares is that i know that name.
Tom.
Something tells me i know him. Something clicks.
Tom.
Tom is someone important, but something also tells me he is bad. He has hurt me before? That name makes me remember shouting. But why did i shout?
Maybe they are the reason for me being here. Maybe they did this to me. Yes, i think that's right.
Tom put me here.
Maybe i should never wake up.
If the only people who care about me are the people who put me to sleep,what reason do i have to keep fighting?
Maybe it's time to give in.
