Soft Spot

FORTY-ONE

AN: This is the last chapter of Soft Spot. Writing this book has been an amazing journey for me. I hope anyone who has read this loved reading it as much as I loved writing it. Thank you.

"Please wake up Katherine.. Please" I could hear someone crying. It sounded distant, like they were underwater. I could hear beeping, something was beeping over and over again. It was so loud. I couldn't see anything, everything was black. Why can't I open my eyes? I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't open. I couldn't move.

"Ma'am, have you made a decision yet?" There was another voice, this one sounding deeper, less sad. I tried to move, but it was like I was frozen.

"I need more time." A voice croaked, the voices were getting clearer each time someone spoke. The beeping was getting louder. "Wake up baby, please wake up!" I tried to open my eyes again, and this time a bright light seeped through. I quickly closed them back, my head instantly hurting. Slowly I tried to open my eyes once again, blinking until I could see. Everything was white and it was so bright in here. The light was hurting my head. I looked around frantically, confused. What was happening? Where am I? I looked to my side where my mom was sitting, holding onto my hand. There was a lady in blue scrubs standing at the end of my bed, writing something on a clipboard. They haven't noticed me yet.

"Mo-" I tried to talk but my voice was so hoarse. My mouth was dry. Both of them quickly looked at me with wode eyes.

"Katherine, you're awake!" My moms eyes started to water and she quickly jumped up to hug me. I didn't hug her back, I was still confused as to what was going on. Where's Noah, what am I doing here?

"M-mom." I groaned, and the nurse walked over with a small cup of water. She helped me drink it through the straw. "Mom," I cleared my throat, "wheres Noah?" She frowned, looking at me weirdly.

"Honey whos Noah?" She asked me, glancing at the nurse. The nurse told her she was going to get the doctor and she walked out silently.

"What? Mom quit playing." I groaned, my head still hurting. It felt like someone was banging on my brain. "Why am I here, what happened?" I asked, licking my lips. I reached over to grab my water, taking another sip. Each time I talked my throat hurt more and more.

"There was a shooting.. Sweetie don't you remember? Carters friends came to your school and.." she trailed off, putting her hand over her mouth. "You don't remember?"

"No, I do. But that happened years ago mom.." I was so confused. My head was spinning and I just wanted to see Noah. "Mom where is Noah?"

"Whos Noah?" Is she trying to be funny?

"My daughter, mom. Where is she? I want to see her."

"Honey you don't have a daughter." Just as the words left her lips my doctor walked in. He smiled at me and greeted my mother.

"Katherine, you're finally awake." He cheered, walking over and looking at the screens I was attached to. "How are you feeling?" He checked my heart beat.

"I'm fine, but I don't know how I got here, and I want to see my daughter." I answered, looking at my mom. I looked back at the doctor and he was looking at me with pity.

"Katherine, you don't have a daughter." He told me, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "You've been in a coma for 7 months."

"What? No, thats not possible." I shook my head, refusing to believe what he was saying. "You're lying."

Theres no way I was in a coma. I remember everything, I remember wacking up in the hospital after the shooting, and I remember moving to California and having Noah. It's not possible that I was in a coma all this time. No.