Disclaimer: Kate Brian owns the Private Series.
"Reed wake up. Reed come on".
I faintly heard these words growing louder but still couldn't distinguish where I was or who was talking. I couldn't even remember what happened fully.
"For God's sake can't the doctors do something? It's been nearly four days!" someone exclaimed. I slightly recognized the voice but was still unable to do anything. Where was I? And why couldn't I wake up? They mentioned doctors so I must be in a hospital. I started to get worried and confused. I tried to listen and get more information from the voices before my heart stopped from all the emotions rushing through me. I tried to think of the last thing that happened. The voices turned to mumbles and it felt like years later before I could distinguish them again.
This time I recognized the voice that spoke.
"Reed? I don't know if you can hear me but you are a fighter and can get through this. I know you can. And if you don't wake up soon I will personally kill you," Noelle Lange said with a small laugh at the end. She wasn't the person I expected to hear but it gave me a happy giddy feeling. I vaguely wondered why she was here and why she wasn't calling me Glass-Licker.
But she was right. Before Noelle could say anything else I heard a mumble from another person.
"There's been no change yet," Noelle said. She must have been talking to the other person. "The doctors said that every patient in a coma is different so they have no idea how long it might be", she continued.
Coma? I was in a coma! No I couldn't be, I could hear them. I just needed to wake up fully. I tried with everything I had to open my eyes but I don't think they wavered at all.
"She will wake up any day now. I feel it," the words were spoken by my father. I couldn't believe it. I just wanted to jump up and give him a hug. Have him tell me everything was ok. I could feel some warmth on my hand and realised that someone must be holding it. This was great it meant my senses were coming back. I was going to wake up. I was not going to be beaten. I would figure out what happened and continue on with my life.
"I could never get rid of her when we were younger," Scott, my older brother, said and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Constantly following us around. She will wake up just to annoy me." I laughed in my head at my brother. It had been so long since I had last seen them.
I wondered where my mother was. She was probably in the bed next to me getting a blood transfusion from the amount of drugs that were probably in my system. Or else giving out about the bills I'm sure were accumulating because of me. I couldn't worry about her right now, I had more pressing matters such as waking up.
I felt myself slipping out of consciousness again. I just hoped the next time I woke I would be able to open my eyes.