Nightmare | 'Unimagined' SEQUEL.

•Chapter 4•

Alyx pov:

"C-coma?" I stuttered in complete and utter shock.

"We presume that the coma was caused by Colbys hit to the head as he fell but to be completely honest it could have been from many things. If Colby hadn't had fallen and hit his head so hard after being shot then we would most likely just be looking at a gunshot wound, but unfortunately not."

I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I was in shock, I presume Sam was the same considering he hadn't uttered a word.

"Do you know how long for?" Kat asked.

"Coma's are unpredictable and unknown. He could be in a coma for days at best case scenario but that's rare. It could be weeks, months, maybe years. And sometimes people can go in comas for their entire life. Because Colbys hit to the head could have been a lot worse we're hoping he isn't in the coma for too long. But we cannot promise anything" Dr Clark explained.

"Unfortunately the longer some one is in a coma that means the more things they forget how to do and the more they have to re learn because their body becomes used to laying still all day. But we try not to look at worst case scenario ever," He continued.

"I want to see him" I spoke.

"Can we all see him please?" Sam asked.

"Yes of course, follow me to his room"

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I opened the door slowly, Sam and Kat standing behind me following my lead. I was so nervous to see the love of my life.

Finally opening the door we all walked in, Dr Clark left us alone for a while so we could see Colby. I looked up to be presented with Colbys lifeless body laying in that hospital bed. Instantly I broke down, Colbys hates the smell of hospital as much as me, just if he knew what was going on right now, he'd not be happy at all. He lay in the hospital bed, his right arm to his side and his left arm rested over his chest in a sling. Clearly that was his broken one. He was dressed in a hospital gown with a blanket placed over the bottom half of his body, as his blood stained clothes sat in a folded neat pile next to his bed. He lay there peacefully with calmness all over his face despite the slight cut on his forehead and the slight bruise on his jawline. His hair messily laying flat on his face instead of his usual side fringe. He just looked like he was sleeping, I'd rather he was just sleeping. We couldn't see the bandages from his bullet shot because it was under his gown but I knew that he had been in surgery and had the bullet removed from his chest. Dr Clark told us he would be left with a scar, but apparently it would only be a little line about an inch big.

I sat in the chair next to Colbys bed as I ran my hand through his hair and held his right hand in mine.

Please wake up soon Colby, I miss you.