Claire's eyes fluttered open. She saw Jack standing by her bed and a couple of doctors huddled around. "Oh my god, I've gone completely mad," were the first words she said.
Jack, who up until a second ago had been falling apart, couldn't help but laugh. "No, really, I had this dream…" She realized how silly it would sound, so she lowered her voice and said, "I'll tell you later."
~~~
Two years had passed since the night of the car crash. Claire had pretty much forgotten about the hallucination she'd had during the coma, until she'd seen the ADA who had come up from narcotics.
"Jack, you remember that dream I told you I had after the car crash?" Claire said, sitting down next to Jack on the couch after work.
"The one with the Wizard of Oz?" Jack said, smiling.
"Well, there's that new ADA from narcotics, and I'd swear she was the Wicked Witch of the West," Claire said.
"Abbie, right?" Jack said, confused.
"Yeah, that's her name! And that was her name in the dream!" Claire said. "What if I really wasn't supposed to wake from that coma?"
"Claire, I highly doubt a dream did decide your fate. Besides, I like it this way better."
"I think I do to," Claire said, still not exactly sure about that dream. She wasn't sure she ever would know exactly the meaning of it.
She just hoped Glinda wouldn't show up at work in another three years or something.
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A/N: Well, here it is, the ending of the story. Thank you to all the readers and reviewers who have read the story, and I hope it's been enjoyable to all. I enjoyed writing it immensely and it might even have turned out well.
Jack, who up until a second ago had been falling apart, couldn't help but laugh. "No, really, I had this dream…" She realized how silly it would sound, so she lowered her voice and said, "I'll tell you later."
~~~
Two years had passed since the night of the car crash. Claire had pretty much forgotten about the hallucination she'd had during the coma, until she'd seen the ADA who had come up from narcotics.
"Jack, you remember that dream I told you I had after the car crash?" Claire said, sitting down next to Jack on the couch after work.
"The one with the Wizard of Oz?" Jack said, smiling.
"Well, there's that new ADA from narcotics, and I'd swear she was the Wicked Witch of the West," Claire said.
"Abbie, right?" Jack said, confused.
"Yeah, that's her name! And that was her name in the dream!" Claire said. "What if I really wasn't supposed to wake from that coma?"
"Claire, I highly doubt a dream did decide your fate. Besides, I like it this way better."
"I think I do to," Claire said, still not exactly sure about that dream. She wasn't sure she ever would know exactly the meaning of it.
She just hoped Glinda wouldn't show up at work in another three years or something.
~~~
A/N: Well, here it is, the ending of the story. Thank you to all the readers and reviewers who have read the story, and I hope it's been enjoyable to all. I enjoyed writing it immensely and it might even have turned out well.