"Hi."
Dollface's bleary eyes felt smeared as she tried to force them open.
The beeping was incessant.
"Hi."
Dollface tried to sit up but felt like she'd been hit by a truck, drugs still coursing through her.
"Hello."
Dollface sighed, giving up the fight as blonde strands fell into her dark eyes.
"Hi."
The boy nudged her face. Dollface squinted her eyes at him. The sun was so bright behind him.
"Tomorrow is a new day."
Dollface grunted. "Who are you."
"Zach."
"Great, nice t'know ya, Zach." Dollface grunted, trying to roll over but being stopped by a tube.
Zach looked at her, touched her hand with his darker one, cracks and bruises gone, funny scar across his forehead like a crown as the only reminder, and smiled, disappearing for one last time in a flurry of golden petals.
"It's not over yet, at least not over for you."
Dollface closed her eyes, thinking if the vase full of flowers like yellow Marigolds, bruisey Dahlias, white Poppies, cocoa scented Chocolate Cosmos, pink Morning Glories, red Sunflowers, all surrounded by golden Sword Gladiolus.
And off in another room, she could hear the angry, muffled voice of her Grandfather on the phone as a nurse stood by.
"Adios, muñequita."
But right now, Dollface was happy where she was, not particularly worried about school or Regina or boys or girls or friends or even dead children. She may be cold, but at least she could feel it as she slipped to sleep...