The ghost and I

Chapter 2 - In One Word Hell

I woke up to a loud beeping noise that seemed to be getting louder and louder. I tried to sit up, hell, any movement would been nice. But no. I stared at the darkness, putting all my energy into making any sound at all. I felt all the blood rush to my face as I focused. That's when I realised where I was.

It was all coming back to me. The crash, the drive to the hospital and now this. I put the pieces together, I was in a hospital. Great. Just great. I must've fallen back asleep, but I woke in what could only be described as a cold sweat. O my god, the accident,

My heart stopped. Thoughts ran unchecked through my head as I recalled in detail from the accident. Jess had been with me. Was she okay? Was she even alive?

My train of thought that was getting darker and darker was seemingly interrupted by a loud clicking noise. My doctor had arrived.

'Is there any development at all?,' she seemed to scowl, as if she was annoyed by my lack of being awake. I pictured her as an elderly women, with disapproval dripping from her eyes. She was answered by my nurse -who I now know to be called Bridi.

'Yes, her vital signs are getting better and remember Doctor Perry, people have come out of comas after years. She's only been like this for two days.' My nurse seemed in a hurry to soothe the doctor as if she was a bomb that could detonate at any moment.

'Maybe, but remember we need the beds, she cannot have years to awaken, the hospital can't afford to give her that luxury. She has three months and then cut off.' Came the short reply. Cut off, what does that mean?

I was given my answer by Bridi.

'You can't just give up. She's only 14 she has her life ahead of her.'

God, they would kill me for a bed, if I could I would have rolled my eyes, it seems I was just a slab of meat ready to be cut and sold, if not I would be binned before I could rot.

After the initial shock of, you know, being told I would be killed at the age of 14 if I didn't wake up; my mind focused on the small things that had been said. Like I'd been in a coma for only two days, that meant it was October 3rd and the fact that I was actually in a coma I wasn't just imaging the whole thing. I grew strength from that, better it be real so I'm not lying in my bed somewhere screaming my head off like a moron.

My thoughts returned to Jess, I felt the worry seep into my brain and consume me. My head for the next hour was full of reasoning for why it had to be us that got knocked over and not anyone else.

As the days flew by I began to remember small details of the crash, about mine and Jess' conversation before. Guilt slammed into me. Jess had been mad at me, perhaps if I had just kept quiet, she would have looked where the traffic was.

No.

I couldn't let myself be dragged down into this. I had to stay positive and happy. I would have to so I could conserve my energy. I needed it to wake up from this, this, this coma.

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