Finally, after got fixed, I can write! This here's a mom chapter, so it's not going to be too long.
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It had been a long few days, what with Katey recovering from her seizure and all. I was just glad to see that she had returned to normal, whatever normal was.
I glanced down at my watch and saw the bright greenish numbers glaring back at me reading nine thirty-two. 'Shoot, Greg's going to be worried about me…' I thought, and I unclasped my hand from around Katey's, and stiffly got out of the blue hospital chair.
I sighed, and leaned over to grab my purse from underneath the chair, but was stopped to hear the mechanical beep-beep of the pulse thing start to pulse a little quicker. I immediately straightened up and looked at Katey's face, which looked distant and dreamy.
'She looks like she does when she looks at that Vicomte or whoever in Pirate of the Opera or whatever it was called.' I thought, recalling the movie she loved.
I sighed and reached back for my purse, remembering to mention the heart rate to the nurse.
'I swear, she's the most active coma victim.' I said to myself as I left the room, headed for the nursing station.
Behind me I could still hear the heart beats continue to flutter and I felt guilty about leaving her.
But what I didn't know was that if I had turned around to give her one last goodbye, I would have seen her crack a huge grin, almost as though she was in the presence of the man she loved.
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Alright, before you start leaving me hate notes about the mom being an ignorant idiot who should be shot, hear this… I did it simply for comic relief, so please don't not review because of this!
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