Your Favourite British Book.
Dion your typical roadman.
Kentrell, a dark and mysterious character.
Kendi, an innocent character is stuck between war, conflict, gangs, roadmen, love, fear.
She encounters these people, and her life changes forever.
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I frowned , watching her chest heave up and down as she took in a deep breath. The numerous wires and machines connected to her keeping her alive.
"Good Evening Sir." The Doctor had arrived.
I nodded my head in approval greeting him.
"Well, Amara is looking better than when she came in. Her brain is now reacting to sounds. To measure the brain activity of a person in a coma, we use a tool called electroencephalography. Which has been successful. We should expect her to recover in the next couple of weeks." He waffled on .
I raised my eyebrows whilst nodding putting on a serious face , pretending I could understand all the medical terms he was using.
"Well in easier words, she can react to sounds by the machine we are using." He said releasing I didn't understand anything he had explained the first time.
"Why was she in a coma in the first place?" I asked curious. I mean Kendi must of seriously done some ape shit if she got her into a coma.
"Well it could be a whole load of reasons but Amara suffered a traumatic brain injury." He explained.
"Ooooh alright" I nodded.
"Yes well I shall leave you now, have a nice day young man." He threw my a genuine smile and walked away.
"Hm." I sighed.
Slumping down on my chair I removed my hat and rubbed my face feeling weak and tired. I always visited Amara, no one came to visit her but I tried my best to check up on her everyday.
I turned to my side watching her lay there peacefully, I wonder what you do in a coma. Is it deep sleep? Shit then if it is I wanna be in one.
I murmured to myself before seeing Amaras fingers twitch and i widened my eyes. Making sure what i was seeing was in fact true.
