Danielle POV
I shoot up gasping for air, my lungs are on fire. I look to my right to see them, all of them. Even in this state I have to crack a joke, I'm so confused as to what's going on.
What the fuck is going on?
"Who are you?" I say in a raspy voice "where am I?!"
I need water.
They all stare at me. Jacksons eyes are puffy, Ryder looks like he hasn't showered in weeks, Michelle has one of my sweaters on, Lydia looks pale like she's seen a ghost as Ty stands there hugging her from behind. They all look like hell.
I burst out laughing.
"You should have seen your faces!" I say drinking the water that Ryder is holding out to me with wide eyes
Everyone is silent
"You're going to hell, you know that right?" Michelle says breaking the silence
"Meet you there." I say holding my arms open
A group hug starts on my bed. Everyone is there; Ry, Michelle, Lydia, Ty and him. Jackson.
"Now can someone tell me what's going on!" I say laughing
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"-and you've been in a coma ever since." Michelle finishes
I can't believe someone could be so psychotic.
"So Julian is in jail right?" I say with a dumb founded look on my face, like obviously
"They let him go." Ryder says taking my hand in his
Tears spring to my eyes.
He took 3 months of my life and he just gets to go free?
"Ok I know I tricked you guys. But-" I start
"I'm not joking Dani.. He had his final hearing a few days ago. With you in a coma we didn't have any hard evidence, the only witnesses we had, were all drunk." Ryder says looking down
"And dad ? Where is dad?"
"He's on his way here. Danielle I'm so sorry." Ty finally speaks up
My head is spinning. I finally take a good look at my surroundings, 2 IV bags, heart monitors, a leg brace and a hideous scar running up my other leg.
I just need to be alone. I need to come to terms with all this.
"I love you guys. You all know that, right?" I say smiling "but if it's ok, I think I just need to be alone."
"Danielle please-" Ryder almost begs
"Ill be okay Ry, I promise."
Everyone gives me a big hug before leaving the room, I'm so lucky to have them all in my life.
Jackson is the last one to leave, I give him a reassuring smile.
I missed him.
The click of the door shutting was all it took, I broke down. I pulled the IV out of my arm, took off the heart monitors and just laid there. My head throbbing from crying.
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