It was a week later. Miranda was slowly getting better, she was told in around another week she could be discharged.
Gary on the other hand was still in his coma.
In Gary's room;
"Miranda's still asleep... Stevie's going to bring her through later when she wakes up." Clive said soflty.
"She's mad about you" Clive laughed. He sat forward and rubbed his fingers over his face. "I need to shave" he laughed.
"Gun"
Clive looked down at Gary. "Gary!?"
"Gun...there's, a gun..." he breathed frantically.
"Your safe now.."
"GUN"Gary screamed.
"NURSE!" Clive yelled as loud as he could.
Gary's body started to violently shake.
The nurse ran in. "He's fitting!" She shouted for the doctor and nurses...
*in Miranda's room*
Clive cane running in. "Stevie! A word!"
Stevie stood up and went out quickly before Miranda could protest.
What's going on?!" stevie asked curious.
"He's fitting, he woke up going on about the gun..." clove panicked.
"God" Stevie ran the small distance to his room and watched through the window.
His body kept shaking frantically.
Stevie started to cry.
They both watched through the window.
Terrified.