Charlie sat heavily on the chair beside the bed of the woman she had shared her life with since diaper years; holding her hand and pleading for her to open her eyes. It has been almost a year since she last saw the brown orbs that never failed to comfort her in so many ways than she could count; Now seeing her lying in a bed, lifeless, looking very small and vulnerable pains Charlie more than she could ever admit. She can't remember ever living her life without her and she's scared, even just to think that she might start to live that kind of life, a life without her.

"Joey… please… wake up. Please, open you eyes. Please…" Charlie pleaded, holding Joey's hand in both of hers, pressing it against her forehead as she held her head down, fighting back tears, like what she always do for the last year.

She turned to look at the woman, lying motionless, hoping that she would move even just a little bit, but failed. Joey remained still and the only sign that she's still alive and the movement of her chest slightly going up and down and the beating of the machines that surrounds her.

"Senior Constable, visiting hours is over." The nurse said softly.

Charlie turned and quickly wiped the tears that escaped her eyes.

"Uhm… yeah. Nurse Jane, can I stay here for tonight?" Charlie asked meekly.

"Charlie…" the nurse, came in quietly, she has been Joey's nurse the whole time, since that fateful day, and she somehow became friends with the police officer who relentlessly visits the patient ever since.

"I know, Jane. But I need to hope. Every body has given up and I don't want to be like everybody. I know she'll wake up. I know." Charlie said with so much conviction.

"Charlie, don't you think you should accept the fact that…" the nurse paused, unable to finish her sentence. "Look, they will be taking her life support tomorrow. I think maybe, you should---"

"Jane, just let me stay here for the night. Please." Charlie interrupted the nurse and pleads with her eyes.

Jane nodded. She offered the police officer a smile and quietly left the room. Charlie went to seat back on her chair and took hold of Joey's hand.

"Joey, please… wake up. Show them that you'll make it. Prove them wrong." Charlie squeezed Joey's hand. "Remember when we were younger; you said that you have yet to travel the world before your time is through… well you haven't travelled the world yet. You also said that you will never leave me… and I'm holding on to that promise. You said we will be best friends forever and we will see each other get married, grow old and our children will be best friends like we are and we will play with our grand children, and when we're old and gray, you said we will still be the kind of old ladies who will seat in their front porch and enjoy the sunset, reminisce on our experience and laugh about it as the time pass us by…" Charlie said, holding back her sobs.

"You're not the kind of person who doesn't keep their promises. So you have to wake up." Charlie whispered, her head now down on the mattress of Joey's hospital bed, soaking the linen with her tears.

"Please… wake up and keep your promise." Charlie continued to sob with her head down, that she didn't notice Joey's finger flicked a little and her eye lids opened every so slowly.

******

Joey slowly opened her eyes, as her pupil adjust to the light of the room. She slowly looks down at her hand, and saw the woman in her uniform, crying and holding on to her hand for dear life.

"Cha… Charlie…" she uttered.

Charlie abruptly turned and sat up straight, almost making herself dizzy but didn't care. She looks at Joey, who's looking at her and trying to give a smile.

"Joey! You're awake!"

"Yeah… I am."

Charlie fought the urge to throw herself on Joey, afraid that she might hurt her friend.

"Wait here, I'll call the Rachel!"

"And while you do, can you get me water please. I'm really thirsty."

Charlie nodded and immediately left the room with a smile on her face.

******

The Dr. Rachel Armstrong has been taking notes on Joey's file while, Joey and Charlie looks at each other.

"Joey, do you remember anything about what happened to you?" Rachel asked.

"Uhm… I'm not really sure. How long have I been in a coma for?"

"I'll let you know after we run some test." Rachel informed her and smiled. "Also, may I ask a few questions about you? Just to make sure that you're not suffering from any memory lost."

"Sure!" Joey answered enthusiastically.

Charlie remained quiet, seated next to Joey's bed, holding her friend's hand.

"Tell me about your life before the accident. What do you remember?" Rachel asked.

"Uhm… My name is Joanne Collins, born and lives in Summer Bay…" Charlie sharply turned to look at Joey as if she grew another head, "I have a brother named Brett, our parents are dead, I work in a fishing trawler and my girlfriend's name is Charlie Buckton." Joey said the last part while looking and smiling at Charlie.

Charlie as much as she wanted to smile back, she couldn't contain the frown that formed her face. She looks at Rachel, scribbling on her notes and then back to Joey, eyeing her, wondering if Joey's just making a joke out of everything, knowing how joker Joey can be. When she saw in Joey's eyes that she is being serious, she immediately asked Rachel if she can have a word with her.

Once outside, Charlie with her voice low, so Joey wouldn't hear, she instantly bombarded Rachel questions.

"Rachel, what's going on? What is Joey on about? I mean, we don't live in Summer Bay. I don't even know if such place exists and she doesn't have a brother, she has a sister, you know Ruby? That's her sister! Both their parents are alive, separated but alive! And Brett, my fiancée Brett, he's not her brother, he's Joey's cousin! And I'm her best friend, not her girlfriend. Her girlfriend's name is Nicole."

Hello Guys!!! A new story again! It's kind of a random thing. Please let me know what you think… if you guys want me to continue or not. Cheers! Happy Easter!