White walls, and an uncomfortable bed.
Beeping.
Buzzing.
Head spinning.
Hushed voices, talking ever so softly.
A sharp pain in the back of her neck.
A numbness in her left leg.
She opened her eyes ever so softly.
"Where am I?"
The girl said, laying beneath blankets in a hospital gown.
"She's awake!" a voice cried.
A soft gentle touch was surrounding her hand.
"Marissa? Sweetie?"
Marissa turned her head ever so slightly, to see the image of her dad, holding her hand and sitting beside her.
Jimmy was sighing relief, as his daughter awoke from her hours of coma.
"Sweetheart." Jimmy cried, and rubbed her hand, and squeezed it tighter.
"Dad?" She said, wearily.
Looking up she saw clean white tiles, and to the right she saw a window.
With the rolling waves all across the ocean, and the warm sand dunes being trampled.
The sun beat heavily upon the pane, and she could feel it, and she smiled a bit.
Past her Father, she saw her Mother, Julie Cooper, alongside a nurse, discussing something.
Turning her head ever so slightly, she saw a doctor, and a few nurses.
Then her sister.
She saw Summer.
Too weak to speak, she tried to smile as best as she could, to give them a sign she could identify them.
Closing her eyes she could only picture one person in her delicate mind.
Ryan.
Marissa tossed a bit at the thought, then looked to her left to see another man.
Her eyes widened and a tear rolled down her cheek.
She was overcome with a sense of warmth and safety.
She smiled a bit wider at the person she saw.
He touched her cheek, ever so slightly, and told her he was there.
She started to cry, and the doctors burst into the room, telling all to leave at once.
This was too much for Marissa too handle. Her weak and fragile condition was complicated, and she could feel her eyes getting heavy, and closing.
But as they closed she smiled seeing the picture of the man inside her head as she slipped back into another coma.
She whispered,
"Ryan."
Then fell fast into her deep sleep.
Beeping.
Buzzing.
Head spinning.
Hushed voices, talking ever so softly.
A sharp pain in the back of her neck.
A numbness in her left leg.
She opened her eyes ever so softly.
"Where am I?"
The girl said, laying beneath blankets in a hospital gown.
"She's awake!" a voice cried.
A soft gentle touch was surrounding her hand.
"Marissa? Sweetie?"
Marissa turned her head ever so slightly, to see the image of her dad, holding her hand and sitting beside her.
Jimmy was sighing relief, as his daughter awoke from her hours of coma.
"Sweetheart." Jimmy cried, and rubbed her hand, and squeezed it tighter.
"Dad?" She said, wearily.
Looking up she saw clean white tiles, and to the right she saw a window.
With the rolling waves all across the ocean, and the warm sand dunes being trampled.
The sun beat heavily upon the pane, and she could feel it, and she smiled a bit.
Past her Father, she saw her Mother, Julie Cooper, alongside a nurse, discussing something.
Turning her head ever so slightly, she saw a doctor, and a few nurses.
Then her sister.
She saw Summer.
Too weak to speak, she tried to smile as best as she could, to give them a sign she could identify them.
Closing her eyes she could only picture one person in her delicate mind.
Ryan.
Marissa tossed a bit at the thought, then looked to her left to see another man.
Her eyes widened and a tear rolled down her cheek.
She was overcome with a sense of warmth and safety.
She smiled a bit wider at the person she saw.
He touched her cheek, ever so slightly, and told her he was there.
She started to cry, and the doctors burst into the room, telling all to leave at once.
This was too much for Marissa too handle. Her weak and fragile condition was complicated, and she could feel her eyes getting heavy, and closing.
But as they closed she smiled seeing the picture of the man inside her head as she slipped back into another coma.
She whispered,
"Ryan."
Then fell fast into her deep sleep.