A coma.
A stupid coma.
She isn't dead, removed entirely from this world. She is in a deep sleep, conscious, alive.
The anus doctor thought she was going to die soon after, so he told us she was dead.
I almost strangled him.
After all of the shock wore off I went to see my Posy.
She looked...unbearable.
Her face was a deep red, eye lids purple and saggy. Her skin had a yellow tinge and clammy, hair was sleek with sweat.
I held back sudden tears that were sure to fall out of my eyes if I let them. Walking over to her I held her fragile hand as it collapsed into my huge one.
"Hey Rosy Posy," I began, my voice cracking already.
"I know you can hear me honey. And I also know you're going to get better. For mother, and Rory, and Vick, and Taryn and Deana and Hell, even Johanna. I know your going to annoy me even more when you leave this hospital."
Tears came anyways at this last sentence.
"And most of all, I know that I love you. And that I need you to come home. Alive. Call me selfish but were a package deal. Remember? Where you go I go always and forever."
I kissed her forehead and didn't let go of her hand.
And I could have sworn I felt a squeeze.
Gale
Sorry for that terrible chapter but I told ya it would be better! I wouldn't actually kill off sweet little Posy! Maybe Gale…but not her! Now for the next chapters, all of that mushy and romantic stuff is going to come through. Please please review! The more the reviews, the longer and better the chapter is! HINT HINT.
-Jozette!