I used to think that memories were a way of holding onto the truth, never forgetting what really happened. But it turns out memories are more like dreams.They tell us everything about ourselves wether we are ready for it, or not.
Drew woke it was Quiet it was the day after Christmas and the hospital silent. She lay there, her hand lightly placed on the pillow. Her hair Cascaded over the pillow and she lay in silence. Something was off, something just wasn't right, she glanced at the clock it was 4:00am the fist light of day slipped through the blind. She sat up and her head was pounding. She asked a nurse for paracetamol and she took it, the hospital was too quiet.
She fell into a deep deep sleep again.
Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less traveled by, and that had made all the difference.
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Floating aimlessly
FanfictionA fanfic of Holby City, You already know Jac Naylor and probably Emma Naylor-Maconie the sassiest 5 year old on the planet Meet Drew Naylor-Maconie she's Jac's eldest daughter she's 16 she's fiery and feisty just like her mother
