Come find me, When you wake up.

Wake up

You've deep in a coma
But I'm still right here
When you thought there was no one
I was still right here
You were scared but I told you
Open up your eyes

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Beep beep beep

There was a beeping sound were I was, and I kept asking myself where it was coming from.

Whether it was so close to me or not. I was unconscious, that I could tell. But I didn't know where I was.

What I could assume was a door creaked open, and I felt myself smiling from the inside.

From what I could gather when I woke up,-at least that's what I thought, that I was sleeping, as I usually go into a deep slumber for a couple of what? Minutes, hours, I don't know.

Whoever opened the door sat down at a chair or whatever they were sitting at. The reason I smiled was because, that person who always came here, always said he is my boyfriend.

I can only hope he's that boyfriend. Because people come and go as they please in here, and I'm getting sick of it.

I keep asking myself every time, how I even managed to get a boyfriend. For all I knew I was a loner. Always by myself or with my friends. But always by myself.

"Hey cookie, you know what I did today?" my supposed to be my boyfriend started. I figured he always came here to talk to me.

All he gets is silence. But he always keep going, hoping maybe someday he'll get a reply.

People usually talk, maybe not knowing that I hear almost everything. Except when I'm on that depressing slumber.

"I went to look at that apartment we were talking about, I made the last payment today. So congratulations baby, we finally have our own place now. Leona has grown up so much since you.... " he paused taking in a deep breath.

"Since you had an accident. She's growing up so much, baby. She's nine months old now, I wish...." he paused again. Why is he getting emotional?

"I wish you were here, well you are here. But I wish you were not on this hospital bed. I miss you sooo much. And I love you okay, don't ever forget that."

He kept quiet for a little, and after a while, the chair scratched the surface, signaling that he was leaving.

No no no no, don't leave please.

I begged to no one in particular. Because at the moment, no one can hear me.

Please, come back.

"Oh my God, she moved her fingers." I heard him say, and I wondered who he was talking abo--

"Nurse?"

I could hear someone rushing in through the door.

Bright light flashed in my eyes and I cursed so many profanities as they did that.

I hated it when they do that.

"She's getting better each passing day." someone I assumed was the nurse said. I have to get better and be back to my life.

"But I don't believe she moved her fingers." the nurse finished.

"She did, I swear she did." he argued. I don't know whether I moved my fingers or not, because my whole body was numb as fuck.

"I will prove it, I swear she did." this guy wasn't giving up. If he was the same guy who's name start with a J and end with an N, then giving up is not even in his vocabulary.

I felt someone grab my hand, warmth hit my skin even when my body was numb. How, I don't know.

He held my hand a little tight, not rough, but smooth. Almost as if he was holding a glass afraid it'll break.

"Cookie, I know you hear me right now, I want you to do me a favour, okay?" he always do that, talking to me like that. Ask a question even when he knows he won't get an answer.

"Jackan, just let her b--"

"No, just stay a few minutes, I swear it'll be worth it."

He took a deep breath again.

"Okay cookie, just listen. Please, If you hear me right now, just squeeze my hand, alright. I know you can do it."

This is it, go big or go home, right?

I searched through my body, through every vein in my system. Though I was numb, I had to try at least.

I tried to focus on the hand that was holding my hand, the soft, warm thingy that was brushing my hand.

It was so soft that I felt myself wanting to hold tight to it. I loved soft blankets. And now I was tempted to hold on to the soft thingy that surrounded my hand.

I held on tight enough, not even missing the gasp that escaped who I could assume was a nurse.

"Oh my word, let me call Dr Watson. This is good. I'm sorry for doubting you Jackan."

Someone rushed out the door I could only hear footsteps fading away.

A few seconds passed until I heard a deep voice start asking some questions.

He did his usual checks on me. He kept mumbling about how this is a miracle, and I wondered how bad the accident was.

A warm breath tickled my cheek, and I realise my boyfriend kissed me.

"I'm proud of you, My angel."

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Here we go. Another story yet again.

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