Tales of Taylor's Tremendously Tenacious Twisted Torturous Terrible Tragedy

just out of a coma, who dis?

Awareness slowly seeped into Taylor's mind. Her body, however, remained unresponsive. Her eyelids stubbornly remained close, but she could feel a hand lightly gripping her own.

"Hey Taylor," said a voice originating from her left. The voice triggered a memory in her mind, giving Taylor the idea that she may know this person. She felt their grip on her hand tighten.

"Guess what?" The person spoke again, clearly hoping to elicit response from her, but her mouth refused to work.

"I'm getting married!" the person squealed in excitement.

"To Coraline, by the way. I know, I know, you're disappointed. But she only cheated on me twice... at least that's better than Abe's track record." She sighed, "you better wake-up soon. I need you to be my bridesmaid. I can't have..."

Taylor's mind started to slip. Darkness consumed her once again.

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Taylor's mind awoke once again. This time her eyes slowly blinked open. A bright light in front of her eyes assaulted her vision. Am I dead? Her eyes adjusted and she realised she was in a hospital room bathed in white. As she tried to call out for help, she choked. An endotracheal tube was lodged down her throat. Years of medical school knowledge told her not to panic, but nothing could stop the onslaught of emotion from hitting her. As a panic attack hit, the subdued machines surrounding her slowly came to life. A man who looked like he could be a doctor burst into the room.

"You're okay, you're okay, you're okay..." he exclaimed as nurses rushed into the room with the same amount of haste as him. The choking sensation and dimming of her vision told Taylor otherwise.

"Miss Gyble... sorry Mrs. Jackson, please calm down."

"Please don't panic, you're okay."

"We'll remove the tube."

"Stay awake!"

The rest of their words were lost to Taylor as she welcomed the darkness threatening to overtake her.

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When Taylor regained consciousness, she felt the absence of the intubation tube and sighed in relief. A different room greeted her and attempted to sit up, she was disappointed when her body failed to do this simple action.

Her breath caught as a man walked into the room, someone Taylor didn't recognise. He was the most beautiful thing Taylor had ever seen. He had luscious black hair, and dark eyes that could mesmerise even the most astronomical peacock. Fingers so long they could reach down her throat and rip out her heart, just as she felt when the man walked in the room. She could only imagine what he could do with them (tickle her ear lobe). Taylor wanted to rub her nose into his leather jacket and put her hands in his jean pockets.

"Taylor!" he said, a smile spreading across his face. He reached across the bed to give her a hug, but when Taylor didn't move he sat down in the bedside chair. His second attempt, holding her hand, also failed when Taylor pulled it away with a look of confusion.

"Uhh..." Taylor tried to speak, but her throat did not want to cooperate.

"Here," the mysterious man handed her a glass of water and she drank it hungrily.

"W-w-w-h-o" she cleared her throat. "Who are-e you-u?"

"Hah, funny one Tay-Tay," the man joked back, but Taylor still seemed bewildered.

"W-wh-hat," replied Taylor, moving her body away from the beautiful man.

"Okay, I'll play along," he said, chuckling. "You, Mrs Jackson, are looking at Hunter Jackson, your darling husband."

Taylor's brain misfires, "WHAT!"