I went with this version. It's a lot more fun to write. Enjoy :P

Chapter 11

The coffin had been closed and sealed, buried underground for an hour. Her heart began to pound. Why had no one found her? Did they not know she was still alive?

Maybe this was hell. Her punishment for leaving the only man she loved? How could leaving love cost this much?

She began to claw at the plush lining, her nails pilling away satin and down feather. She reached the wood behind it, unable to see around her. She continued to claw, blood dropping on her face.

Her fingers hurt like hell, her heart rate increased, as did her breathing. She had to hold on. To tell Leon she did care for him still. To stare into his  bright green eyes one more time.

I have to get out of here. For myself. For Leon. And for the little one who will never know.

"Help!" She screamed, tears flowing freely.

"Help!"

She could feel her lungs tightening and her chest felt on fire. Her mind began to drift.

Death. She knew it was there, felt its grip around her shoulders, ready to snatch her life away.

She took her last breath and with its release, she allowed Leon's name to escape with her life.

"Gia. Gia baby, wake up."

"Huh?" Gia sprang up and looked around the hospital room. Doom loomed over her, worry etched in his handsome features.

"Oh." She let out tears. "I was dreaming that I had died. That the team went to the funeral. Only I wasn't dead and had to claw my out. But I couldn't and all I could do was think about what I would be missing in life."

Dom pulled his sister in a tight hug, smoothing her hair back.

"Shh, it's fine." He whispered. "You're fine now. The doctor said you could leave today."

"I can?" She sat up and noticed Leon. Her cheeks brightened lightly as a blush spread.

"Yeah. He said lay off beer and stuff and try not to over work yourself."

Gia laid back.

"I don't drink so that won't be a problem."
"Whar?" Dom asked. "Are you sure you're a Torretto?"

"I don't need beer to have a good time. You do."

"Yeah whatever." He said.

She glanced over to Leon. "We need to talk. Privately."

No one in the room moved.

"Um, privately?" She said, louder, holding her temples.

"Oh yeah." Everyone left reluctantly.

"So" Lean started. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"