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Uh oh, it's a sad chapter.
Mitchie,
I'm sitting at your bedside as I write this. The beeping monitor is really putting me off. They say you're going to be fine but somehow I don't see how you can be. Even if you do wake up you're not going to be miraculously better. Shane's been here all the time as well, and Nate, Caitlyn and Tess come by so much they are practically living here along with Shane and me. I don't know if you can hear us. I read that people in coma's can hear what's going on around them. We all talk to you regardless.
Please, Mitchie, wake up. If not for Shane then for me. I know what he did to you was wrong, he shouldn't have walked away and left you by the road, but if you could see how he is right now – he's barely functioning. The only word's he's said are "how is she doing" and "it's all my fault". And talking to you. Apologizing to you.
I love you like a little sister, Mitchie. You're my best friend, you always will be, and just thinking about how you looked when they admitted you, how frightened you were yet still put on a brave face for me... you just need to make it through. You've been in this coma for two weeks and I've only moved to shower and change. I haven't even gone home. Neither has Shane, like I said before. We haven't said a word to each other, yet somehow we're each other's comfort.
I talk to you about whatever I can think of. Birdhouses, your condition, your family, memories. If you can't hear me then at least it's comfort for me. Shane talks to you about things to, though I can't quite remember what. Mostly he apologizes and promises he'll never do anything this stupid again. He loves you with all his heart Mitchie, and so do I. Not in the same way, but if you don't make it through ... I don't know how Shane and I will survive.
You're my sister, and his lover. You were going to get married, remember? You told me how you were going to name your first baby girl Cassie, and your little boy Jamie. You were going to wear that beautiful wedding dress we picked out for you, and your father was going to walk you down the aisle with tears in his eyes, and I would be your maid of honour but without the dress.
Make it through for Jamie and Cassie, Mitchie. Please.
I love you, little sis.
Jason.
No, Mitchie isn't his sister. He just thinks of her that way and vice versa.
This was sad so the next chapter I'm going to make very sweet. Hope you didn't cry or anything! :O