The Tail of a Wolff (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

9. Coma

"He-he was admitted a short while ago"

"Okay and?" I raise my eyebrows at her, urging her to tell me more.

"Who are you?"

"His twin sister. Don't you see the resemblance" I deadpan without an ounce humour.

She starts reading over the results "He died from a gunshot wound after it tore through his intestines and ruptured his -"

"Okay! Okay! Stop!" Maybe I didn't think this through. I definitely do not need to hear this.

The door opens and I look behind me. Two security guards start walking in my direction and I roll my eyes. I quickly look back at the doctor "Thank you"

Dumb and dumber grab both of my arms as they take me back to my room. I keep my hand on the back of my dress as we pass the visitors area. A few nurses look up from their work and look at me as if I'm crazy. 

I don't really care, I'm far from sane at the moment, grappling to hang onto reality. 

My brother died a week ago, but its feels like yesterday, I was raped, I was in a coma AND I had surgery. How the hell paid for my surgery? And what was it for? As I lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed, I lay from exhaustion not realizing how difficult it was for me to walk to the morgue. My entire body burns as I lift the covers over my body.

The Korean doctor comes back into the room and doesn't say a word. He picks up the needle from the floor, disconnecting it from the IV drip and throwing it somewhere. He turns back to me and looks at the heart monitor. He doesn't speak nor does he look at me as he does his work.

"Sorry" I say.

He sighs "It's okay Ms. One of the nurses will come and bring you your first meal -"

"First meal?"

"You suffered a seizure as we were operating on you, so we had to put you in an induced coma. We couldn't bring you out because we didn't know when you would seize again. We decided to decrease the dose that we were giving you until we were sure you would be fine on your own" he explains to me.

I have no idea if doctors are supposed supposed to look you in the eye the entire time they speak but that's what he's doing. It's extremely discomforting so I look at a space in front of me.

"How long do this coma last? Doctor..."

"Bailey, Doctor Bailey. About a week and a half"

Great. I lost a week of my life.

Dr Bailey tries to make small talk, asking about what happened at the station, but I don't want to speak to anybody right now. The guy just can't take a hint so I turn around and close my eyes. Only then does he leave me to mourn in piece.

For days, I go through the motions of morning and finding my feet. Literally and figuratively, waking up from a coma is difficult, I forgot how to walk, or as Dr Bailey says "my muscles have been asleep for longer than normal, so they're just regaining consciousness"

When I went to ask about Tallis at the morgue, he says I strained a few muscles therefore I have to stay a few more days in this horrible place.

In my head, it doesn't make sense to be morning and be in a hospital. Every time I feel like I'm making any progress, I go right back to the beginning when I hear the constant beep of a heart monitor, meaning someone died. I make it my mission to eat, drink, exercise and sleep so the doctor says I'm clear to be discharged.

I'm just so tired of this. Why did Tallis die and I didn't? It's the same damn routine every single damn day. 

I sleep until I can't sleep anymore, when I'm not sleeping I'm sobbing.