Chapter One
Third Person POV
High school had been over for two years and all of the former students from Anubis House lived in the same general area. Fabian and Nina were still dating and the day had finally come when he would ask her to marry him. It was Nina's birthday and Fabian couldn't think of a more perfect present. He had the whole thing planned out. He invited her over to his house. From there he would take her to the fanciest restaurant in town.
Four o'clock. In exactly one hour Nina would arrive and the date would begin. Fabian couldn't be more excited, or nervous for that matter. Even though he still had plenty of time, he started getting ready for, what he considered to be, the most important night of his life. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect.
Buzz. Fabian's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Amber. That's strange, he thought, she's supposed to be out shopping with Nina. Confused, he answered it.
"Hello."
"Fabian." Amber sounded scared and when she spoke her voice cracked as if she had been crying.
"What's wrong?" asked a concerned Fabian.
"It's Nina. We're at the hospital."
At that very moment, Fabian's whole world came crashing down. "Wh-what? What happened?"
"Just come quick," was all the girl managed to say.
They hung up the phone and Fabian immediately ran outside to his car, grabbing his jacket and keys on the way. The forty-five minute drive to the hospital seemed to last an eternity.
Now Fabian stood outside the hospital doors, the air filled with dread. He took a deep breath, promising himself he would stay strong no matter how bad things were. He had to. For Nina. Then he slowly walked into the gloomy building and waited in the small line at the receptionist's desk.
"I'm here to see Nina Martin," he said when it was his turn.
"Room 374," answered the lady.
Fabian scanned the map for the room and his heart sank once again when he read: Rooms 350-450 Trauma Ward. He still didn't know what had happened but now he was expecting the worst.
When Fabian arrived outside Nina's room he found Amber pacing in the hall, tears streaming down her face. "Amber," said Fabian, running towards her. "What happened?"
"Nina got hit by a car." The blonde pulled her best friend's boyfriend into a hug, unable to explain further.
A few moments later the doctor approached them. "Are you friends of Nina Martin?" he asked.
"Yes," said Fabian and Amber in unison.
The doctor introduced himself. "I'm Dr. Rogers."
"Is she going to be okay?" asked Fabian, hoping for the best, yet bracing for the worst.
"Well," started Dr. Rogers, "It's hard to say at this point, but right now everything looks good. I assure you we'll do everything we can."
"Can we see her?" Fabian started walking towards the door without waiting for an answer.
The doctor stopped him. "She's sleeping. I'll let you know when she wakes up. She needs her rest."
With that Fabian turned and made his way to the nearby waiting room, followed closely by Amber. They waited there anxiously for nearly three hours before Dr. Rogers came to speak with them.
When met by the doctor, Amber asked the question that lingered on the minds of both teenagers. "Is Nina awake?"
"About that," the doctor paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm afraid she's slipped into a coma."
The words echoed in Fabian's ears. When the meaning finally sunk in, he broke down crying. He couldn't help it. Nina, his Nina, was in a coma. Just the thought of her being so helpless was enough to make him hate the world. Without her he would have no reason for living. She was his everything. She was his Nina.