Stay, please?

This Is The Last One

Prepare yourselves😏
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Natalie's POV

I was in the hospital for only 2 days and then I could go home. We've been home for 6 weeks. Honestly,this is the happiest that I've ever been.

I heard Isabella start to cry. I rolled over and turned on my bedside lamp. I looked at the alarm clock. 2:24. I groaned. I slowly wobbled over to the crib and picked her up. I rocked her back and forth as I was still in my sleepy haze. She finally fell back asleep. I placed her gracefully back in her crib and tip toed back to bed.

I lied in the bed trying to fall asleep. I dosed off.

I kept having quick flashes of when I was in the coma. I felt people poking and prodding me and fixing my pillows. Then it would end and I would wake up in hot sweats.

That happened every night. The dreams. The beeping of the machines that were next to me. It seemed so real.

//November 28//

It came to be too much. I couldn't sleep at night.

I woke up this morning and decided to tell Jc.

"Hey babe,"I whispered as he flipped the pancakes.

"Yes?" He said all girly like.

"We need to talk." I whispered.

"Oh please no divorce I love you and we need to stay together for the kids!" He shouted.

"No baby," I laughed. "I love you too and we aren't getting divorced. It's something else." I frowned. He walked over to me.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Do you remember how I was telling you about the coma? Well I keep getting dreams about it. They feel so real. Like someone is actually fixing my pillow or poking me. I know it's not a big deal but it's starting to affect my sleep." I whispered.

"Well what happens in the dreams?" His voice was soft and caring.

"I faintly see a nurse come over and fix my pillow or poke me to make sure I'm alive. And I can here the heart rate monitors next to me beep. And I can faintly see my mom or my dad come over to me and hold me hand close to them. Sometimes they're really short,sometimes long. And that's all that happens." I whispered.

"Maybe they're just old memories flashing back." He whispered as rubbing my back.

"Maybe." I whispered. I could faintly hear Lucas crying from downstairs. "Finish breakfast,I'll get them." I yelled as walking down the stairs.

I reached their room and opened the door gently.

"Good morning!" I whispered. I picked up Lucas and took him to the changing table. I got him dressed and tiptoed upstairs with him,trying to not wake Izzy(Isabella). I walked with him into the kitchen.

"Good morning my boy." Jc whispered as bending down and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. I took Lucas into the living room and laid him down on a blanket on the floor.

And then it happened again. It felt as if someone was poking my sides and wrists. I started breathing heavily. "Babe,is everything okay?" Jc asked from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I panted. "I'm fine." I didn't believe that statement. It's happening way more often and even when I'm awake. Then the poking and prodding went away. I sighed and continued to play with Lucas.

"Breakfast!"Jc yelled from the kitchen. I laid Lucas in the play pen that was upstairs.

We slowly ate. "Babe, quit lying something's clearly wrong." He said as dropping his fork on to the table. It startled me, causing me to jump slightly in my seat.