Coma Confessions 3
Zoe had brought in her own watering can this time, not wanting to have to steal a maintenance one again. It was hot pink with blue flowers dotting the surface. Max would have made a joke about how 'Zoe' it was. But he didn't. He probably wouldn't have even if he was awake.
"Hi Max. Just watering the plant again. Can't trust you to look after it, eh?" she waited for a laugh that didn't come, "Anyway, I'm sorry for running away yesterday. I don't know why I did it. I keep saying that, don't I? I feel as if I'm not in control anymore, you know how I hate that feeling. I have to have everything under control and now I don't. I don't know what to do." Her face was like stone as she spoke, not shedding a single tear. At this point, she didn't have enough strength to cry. She hadn't been sleeping, just staring into space as she lay still in bed.
Her hand shook as she continued to water the plant and she looked back at what she was doing. She wasn't concentrating. There was water all over the floor, dripping from the bottom of the pot and from the leaves. Quickly she put the can down and sighed slightly. She went over to the wall and grabbed some tissue, bending down to mop up her mess. The silence was slowly killing her.
"Trust me to do something like this," she muttered to herself as she shoved the damp tissue into a ball angrily and threw it into a bin. Her heels clicked on the floor as she got more tissue and mopped again, faster than the first time. Suddenly, she hurled the tissue paper wad across the room in frustration, crying out. The breath was sucked out of her body.
Her eyes widened in shock of her own actions as she looked at her hands in disbelief.
"What's happening to me?" she whispered, terrified of her current unpredictable condition.
"Zzz..Zo?" a voice made her head snap up, alert. She stared at Max and saw his arms flailing about on the bed, his mouth moving but making little noise. She slowly made her way to the bed and stood next to it, unsure of what to do.
"Zoe?" he murmured so quietly that if she wasn't so close she wouldn't have heard him. This made something break inside of Zoe's heart and she let out a whimper. Seeing Max's outstretched hand, she grasped it, holding on for dear life. Still she didn't cry.
"I'm here, Max," she whispered back, hoping beyond hope that he could hear her. It was obvious he was just dreaming but maybe there was some reality shining through.
"Don't…" Max said, louder this time and Zoe blinked. Of course. He wanted her to leave. She stepped back, releasing his hand from hers. She took a tiny breath.
"I miss you," she said simply, before turning and leaving his room, desperately wishing to cry even though the tears just wouldn't come.
Once Zoe had left, Max's hand continued to reach out.
"Don't…leave.." he finished, before his dream slowly ended and his mind drifted away.
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