The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

S is for Spring Beauty.

Lena shut her eyes tightly, hoping that if she did it long enough, she might be able to drown their voices out.

Her heart beat erratically and her body shook as their voices got louder. The method she adopted wasn't as effective as she thought it would be.

"Mom. Dad. Please stop." She begged, almost silently. Even if she spoke louder, they wouldn't hear her voice over how much they screamed at each other.

"You're nothing but a filthy animal Samuel! Sleeping around with women the same age as your twenty year old daughter! You deserve to burn in the hottest part of hell! I'm filing for a divorce!" Her mother screamed hysterically.

"What did I do wrong? I'm a man, and I have needs! Needs you weren't willing to meet!" He yelled back, as though that statement was supposed to justify his infidelity.

"My father really is scum." Lena thought, finally opening her eyes.

A scream of warning pushed past her throat as the truck in front got closer and closer.

Her loud scream stopped her parent's spat abruptly and they turned their heads towards the direction her eyes faced.

But too late. The collision had already happened.

Her mother's piercing screams were the last thing Lena head before the growing darkness snatched her consciousness from her.

Loud voices. Sirens. Pain.

"There's a survivor!" A deep voice shouted and a few seconds later, Lena felt her body get picked up.

Large throes of pain shot through her body causing her to black out once more.

Lena was an avid reader while growing up, and still was.

She'd read all about the astral plane, the spirit world if you wished, but never did it cross her mind that she would live in it for so long.

The girl was neither alive nor dead, it was a bridge between existence and non-existence, just her consciousness stranded in a expanse of darkness.

"Hell CB. It's me again. How are you today?" The soft voice said.

The same voice that spoke to her every day since she fell into a coma.

Lena didn't know his name, neither did she know what he looked like.

All she knew about him was his voice.

She assumed that he had been the one taking care of her everyday.

He always spoke to her, even though she never replied or showed movement to prove that she could hear him, and was indeed listening.

"Why did he call her CB?" She often thought.

She thought about a lot of things, ranging from how she got here to how she couldn't remember anything prior to her arrival here.

"It's snowing today. It's so beautiful, I wish you could see it CB. It's been a while since I played in the snow. Ten years maybe." He continued speaking.

Jungwoo admired the snow that fell outside while he made conversation with the comatose patient that he had fondly named 'CB'.

She wasn't the only comatose patient that he took care of, but she was the only nameless one that he had named, while referring to the others as 'John/Jane Doe'.

"Last night I was craving for some spicy ramen and egg, so I cooked some, and it ended up badly, because a few hours later I was pooping fire. My butt still kinda hurts now." He said with a giggle.