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Chad's POV

When I came back from the hospital bathroom, I tried to go back in Sonny's room, but they didn't let me in.

"Why can't I go in there?" My brows frowned, getting angry.

"One visitor at once young man. The mother of the girl is in there now." Why'd everyone call me a young man? I nod, walking back to the waiting room.

Connie was in there for at least two hours. It gave me some time to clear my head. I thought about what I would say to Sonny. Even though I'm not sure if she will hear me or not, I want to let it all out: how much I cared for her, how much I was worrying, and how I would beat the fucking shit of her dad. But the last one I'll just keep for myself, I think.

Connie finally came out. Her tears had dried.

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't going to let any tears fall anymore though I was about to cry like a baby.

She sat next to me and sighed. "You can go inside now, if you want" she said, giving me an almost forced smile.

I got up and walked into the room where Sonny was laying silent and peaceful. I walked in slowly. I stopped when I saw her whole body.

She was lying under a white blanket that stopped next to her toes. On the left side of the bed, the blanket was hanging on the floor. I walked up to Sonny and looked inquisitively at her silent body. She was white, completely white. Her face and arms were bruised, and there were some scars on her both arms.

I let go of the air I was keeping in. I sat down on the chair that was placed next to her bed where I had slept yesterday. I took her hand and kissed it.

"Sonny," I whispered. "Sonshine, I love you. I know I told you yesterday but I am sorry this happened to you. I need you. I need you with me." The tears started to collect in my eyes, realizing how bad her condition was. "Sonny, you are going to wake up, and we will get through this whole situation," I said mostly to myself.

"I will be with you one hundred and one percent. I will hold your hand until you wake up," I promised her.

"I love you," I began to cry, tears falling so fast and so much, like rain falls from the sky. "Please wake up, Sonshine." I bawled, kissing her forehead.

"Chad!" I heard people shout. I ripped my gaze off Sonny and looked up. My mother stepped into the room with Connie behind her. I got up and hugged my mom, while silently sobbing into her hair.

"How did you know what hospital it was?" I asked my mom, with puffy red and tired eyes.

"Connie told us everything, I'm so sorry for Sonny. Did they catch the father?" she turned around to Connie. She looked down nodding. "I'm sorry, Connie." My mother hugged her.

"Why didn't you call?" my mother asked turning back to me.

Oh no reason, just that my girlfriend is in a coma, and we don't know if she would wake up. But, for the rest, no fuck-tastic reason. If I slipped that out of my tongue, my mom would slap me, no matter of understanding.

"I had a lot on my mind," I finally mumbled, sitting down on the chair, taking Sonny's hand in mine. There was a comfortable silence for almost twenty minutes.

"Chad, why don't you come to our house, take a shower, and come back tomorrow?" Connie suggested. I reluctantly let go of Sonny's hand and looked up at Connie, with a dazed expression. "No, definitely not. I'm staying here, with Sonny." I promised Sonny to stay here until she woke up. I'm not sure if she heard me then, but I'm not a promise breaker.

"You need to shower" my mother meddled.

"I'll shower here."

"And wear the same, dirty clothes?" Connie spoke again. She had a point but I wasn't giving in.

"Chad, why don't you come to our house? You can bathe and I could lend you some of our clothes." Sonny's mom suggested. It was always like her to help people, even when they don't ask.

After minutes of convincing, I spoke. "Can't you just bring some clothes to the hospital? I can change here."

She smiled. "Of course, we'll be back in an half hour." They left without exchanging any other words.

S.P.O.V.

I could feel Chad's touch. I even could hear my mother. Chad and his mother were talking to each other. It was so weird to hear what they said . . . to feel their touch . . . to feel their love, but I can't even move my finger or squeeze his hand. I can't even open my eyes to show them any sign that I'm still on this world. That I didn't leave and that I love them back. I can't explain how I felt. It was like I was locked in my own body.

I could hear Chad sighing and holding my hand back. "I love you," he told me again. "I don't know how to get you of this coma." He tightened the grip on my small hand. What is happening? It's like his voice is fading. I can move? I can move! I looked down and saw my body—no! It's like in movies. I can move my soul but I can't move my body.

I glanced once more at Chad and opened the door in the room.

"Mom!" I saw her enter the hospital with some clothes. She couldn't hear me. Fucking great, just great.

I really hate hospitals and my fucking abusive father.

I could see the room getting darker. The walls started rotting. The hospital started smelling dirty. Everywhere I saw fungi and small animals. I looked back at my mom; she disappeared—everyone started to disappear. What the fuck was happening?

A doctor came closer to me and offered me an apple. It looked good until I saw that there were worms in the apple. He also had bloodstains on his coat, and it seemed as if the doctor was a little pale, a little to pale.

I did not trust it and walked unceremoniously into the hospital.

At the beginning of the corridor, I saw normal operating rooms. But, when I continued walking it seemed that everything was getting older.

At the end of the corridor I saw a few coffins. I immediately wanted to run back, but when I turned around, the hospital was fading away. It was all dark around me now.

I ran through hallways and ignored the doctors who were offering me rotting fruit and all the little insects that were climbing on my body. I ignored everything except one thing . . . .

I ran and ran looking for the exit. I suddenly ran into a dead end, wanting to return, but I turned away too late.

I bumped into my father and fell down, unconscious. This one thing was too strong to ignore . . . .

C.P.O.V.

An hour ago, Connie had come with clothes for me. I'd already changed and douched.

My mother left for home on the first plane that she could find. Her boss needed her and she had to go or she would be fired. Of course, I respected that. I'm leaving tonight, after all.

Selena wasn't here today. She had school. Since she had stayed here yesterday, she needed to go or she would be in trouble.

I froze. Sonny moved her finger. I jumped out of the chair, searching for a doctor. A woman, I think around twenty, came in my direction.

"Doctor! You need to come, please!" She followed me into the room.

"What's the problem?" she looked a little worried.

"She moved her finger!" I smiled excitedly.

"That's not possible. Her breathing is too low, and she's in too deep of a coma to feel, hear, or do anything," she calmly explained.

"But, I swear I saw her finger move . . . ."

"How long have you been here? I think you need a little air and rest. Why don't you leave for now and come back tomor—"

"Damnit! I know what I saw. Don't be so fucking psych! Check her movements in her pupils."

"Uh, I—" Was this doctor stupid or something?

"Give me that fucking machine." I took the apparatus out of her hand and checked her pupils. They were moving. If her pupils were moving, that means that her body was active and I didn't imagine it!

"Ha! In your face, Doc. I told you so," I smiled proudly.

She looked embarrassed. "We'll check her condition. Can you leave the room for a second, please?"

I walked out the door and out of the hospital. I needed air.

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