I intended this on being a one-shot but hey, I guess not:-D
She was stuck inside her head. Even with the constant burning sensation, she didn't want to wake up.
Cinder knew she was in a coma, but didn't want to wake up to the cruel world that caused the fire. If she died, heck, let it be in her sleep! She knew Kai was constantly by her bed side, and that the others would be taking turns guarding the outside doors. She just wanted the numbness and fire to end already.
He kept her on earth, spiritually speaking. He kept her breathing, gave her a permanent reason to stay. The others were minor compared to him, he was her life.
Cinder yearned for the moments when he would read to her of old stories, Harry Potter being one of her favorites. She craved for when he would touch her, a soft hand in hand, or a peck to her temple. It gave her a reason to stay.
Thorne was a close second. He, though she refused to admit it, constantly would crack jokes that would have made her laugh, actually. She knew he had no clue whether or not she listened, but her ears were always strained toward his voice. Thorne didn't always seem legit when she was awake, but she could defiantly tell he was being serious, trying to comfort her.
Cress constantly talked. She talked about the movies that were out and the latest books she read. The most recent was a book that wasn't even out yet, that she was beta reading. It was called "Behind a Mask," and Cress would cry about it. She would weep about it. Laugh about it. Cress would help fix up her meals right before she changed spots with one of the others.
Scarlet would explain all the politics going on. She would get angry in some moments, but other times laugh at the world leaders' reactions to declarations. That was all she really would talk about.
Winter would talk about childhood moments, bringing back memories to Cinder. What they did as kids, the pranks they pulled, and the stories they told in the night.
Jacin never really talked, but she could sense his presence. He was like a puddle of water in a dehydrated lake. Something to look forward to, but a little crushed at finding it.
Never did Adri come, and never did Cinder question why. She hated him, and she would always avoid the memories of the family. Cinder allowed herself to be swallowed in dreams. She remembered peering out the castle walls in Artemesia and watch the Earth and planets circle around. She recalled playing hide and seek with Jacin and Cress.
But most of all, she remembered her family always being there for her. Should she leave them, or let herself be free from pain? The answer was controlled by a simple flick of her risk, or just giving up all together.
Hey, so I intended on being a oneshot, but I'm really bad at leaving things just as one shots. Anyways, I'd never read Lunar Chronicles again if Cinder was killed...
So yeah. Goodnight :-D