GHOSTS - GRAYSON DOLAN

one: comatose

mature content warning

When she wakes up, she's alone. 

At first, the surroundings are unfamiliar; the strong and unpleasant smell of disinfectant enters her nose as she takes in the bright white room. The hospital.

She felt no pain, she didn't feel sick, she felt normal. Until she climbed out of bed, realizing that her body was still lying there.

The girl gasps, looking at the machines her body is hooked up to. She can feel and see everything around her but cannot really interact with it. It's solid--but won't move. There was slight pressure on her end but nothing even had a texture. Attempting to hit a cup off of the counter proved to be futile as it stayed still, her hand stopping against it. How could that be possible?

Her body felt no pain. Not even from hitting things around her. She refuses to believe it.

Her mother rushes in the room, tears prominent in her eyes as she reaches for the hand of her daughters motionless body. That made the situation feel eerily real. Her mom there, not looking at her--the her that was awake--and sobbing while trying to talk to her.

When she tries to speak to her mom, she receives no response. Not even when she yells--the only response was her voice echoing back. She could speak, she could try and grab her mothers arm, but her presence was still unknown. It was hell, sitting there unable to to anything. She was stuck watching.

"This isn't funny!" Frustration was prominent in her voice, but it was laced with fear.

The girl steps out of the room, looking for some solution, only to find the hallway empty. There should at least be doctors and nurses walking around somewhere, right? They can't be far. She speed-walks down long, white halls to look for them.

As she opens her mouth to yell again, she hears a deep, raspy voice. "It's not going to work," the man sighs, leaning against the wall with a roll of his eyes. "No one can see us, we're... dead."

"Who are you? How do you know I'm dead?" She scoffs.

"I'm Grayson," he shrugs, walking toward her. "And I guess we aren't dead per se. Not yet. Your real body is in a coma, and you're here until you either die... or go back. But that seems unlikely."

"This isn't real--" she trails off, eyes wide as they dart around the hallway. Grayson goes to speak again, but she blocks it out and begins to back away, finding herself back in the hospital room next to her mother and physical body.

This was just a dream, she thought. That was the only reasonable explanation. But as more time passed and nothing changed she began to get antsy. There was no harm in just talking to Grayson, was there?

He'd said they were in comas, that they were just waiting until they passed. That couldn't be the full story. And why was he such a cynic?

Pursing her lips, the girl set off to find him again. He had to be somewhere nearby, and she was going to get answers.

A/N

im trying semi-shorter chapters for this story,,,,, we'll see how it goes! this one is a lil extra short tho the rest have a bit more to them, i promise

ive had this story started for a WHILE but im finally writing the entire thing. i wrote this first scene and then didn't look at it again for months oops (i also finished it and didn't edit it for months but it's fine)