Chapter 3
Nick.
The sound of someone calling my name woke me. I opened my eyes. It was Dr. Jones, my doctor. "How are you feeling?" he says. Like hell, I think. "What-happened-to-Judy?" I choke.
"Nick, this is probably bad news, but-" "She's-dea-" "No. She's just in a coma." I don't know whether to be happy or cry. She isn't dead, but she's in a coma. People who go into comas never wake up. My dad went though a coma. He never woke up. When I was 9, my parents wanted me to have the best birthday ever, since that was right after I got muzzled. Unfortunately, they forgot to buy a cake. My dad went out to buy one at 9:00 PM.
He never returned.
Nick? Are you okay? The sudden flashbacks almost possessed my brain. "When-will-I-get-out?" I ask. "Probably a month." I put my head back on the pillow and close my eyes, feeling pain.
Not physical pain.