...hello...littleditto here...let me just start off saying...

I'M SORRY! .

Really really sorry! I have no excuse. I must admit, I had writer's block for most of this time, then in a sudden burst of inspiration I got about 80% of this chapter written last week, but then I got stuck again. I then focused on work, and trying to finally learn how to drive (i've been putting it off for too long now now), getting ready for college, and whatever else was going on. And then I realized that I should be writing, put my stick drive in my computer, and went back to reading other people's stories. It wasn't until half an hour ago that I got a sudden burst of inspiration again. So I wrote it and posted it as soon as I could.

So, since you've waited long enough, I'm gonna let you read with a couple disclaimers:

I don't own Twilight. SM does. I do, however, own the Browns and the ghosts.

I also have very little medical knowledge. I am taking several medical liberties with this story, so if it is not written accurately as it would happen in reality, I apologize.

An hour later, my parents came back to my room. My mom sat in the chair by my head and held the me in the bed's hand while my father stood next to her, both looking forlornly at me. A few hours later, a nurse came in, telling them visiting hours were over, and they needed to move to a room for overnight visitors. My mother pleaded with her to be able to stay, crying, but eventually my dad convinced her that it would be okay, since they would be right down the hall. They both placed a kiss on my forehead before walking out the door. Two hours later, Dr. Cullen came in and checked on me. He didn't say anything to me, and I couldn't interact with him. I'm not sure what he was looking for, but he looked disappointed when he left.

As the hours dragged on, I tried to sleep, but to no avail. I just couldn't sleep. I mean, I wasn't even tired. Eventually, I watched as the sky grew light outside my window. Considering how cloudy the sky was, it wasn't really watching the sunrise, but still. A few hours later, a nurse, a middle-aged woman, came in and checked on me. She said my vitals were the same, whatever that means. Then she sighed and left, going into the room across the hall.

Around two hours later. My parents came back to check on me. They stayed with me until Dr. Cullen came back to check on me, leaving on his suggestion to get breakfast. His overly optimistic smile was probably the only thing that got them to leave, but as soon as they were out of sight, he looked almost formal.

"Good morning, Hannah." Dr. Cullen said pleasantly as he checked my charts again.

"Good morning, Dr. Cullen." I responded, knowing he wouldn't hear me.

"Your vitals seem to be the same as yesterday. No worse, but, no better either." He paused, writing something down. "I hope you slept well."

"Nope."

"Well…I've scheduled some more tests, so hopefully we can figure out what is going on with you."

"Hopefully."

"Now, I can't guarantee anything conclusive. We may have to just wait for your body to heal on its own."

"Way to raise my hopes, doc."

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine this morning." Edward said sarcastically as he walked in the door. I turned to him, relieved to have someone to talk to, yet annoyed at his comment.

"I'm in a coma, in a strange town, where only one person can even hear me, I can't even begin to get tired to sleep, I was involved in a freak car accident, which all occurred after being chased by some weird wild man! All of which happened cause my idiot father refused to ask for directions! So excuse me for being upset right now!" I hissed.

"Wild man?" Edward asked, confused.

"Really?! Really?! All of that, and all you took was wild man?!" I asked, incredulous. My chest started hurting, and my heart began racing in my chest. "Out off all the crap that's happened to me, that's all you took?!" I couldn't breathe. "Really?!" I wheezed.

"Hannah?" Edward asked, concerned. The world was shaking. No, I was shaking.

"I can't breathe!" I gasped.

"Hannah?!"

"Edward, what's she doing?" Dr Cullen asked, and I looked to find him standing next to my heart monitor, which was currently screaming.

"I think she's having a panic attack!"

And suddenly Dr. Cullen was racing around the room, way too fast to be normal.

No way. No way. This isn't possible. This has to be some messed up dream.

"This can't be real…" I whispered.

"Hannah? Hannah, I need you to look at me." Edward kneeled in front of me, somehow managing to look me almost in the eyes even though he couldn't see me. "You need to calm down. Try taking deep breaths for me. In. Out. In. Out." I tried to follow his instructions, but it was like this terror had hijacked my body, and I had no control over it.

Suddenly this calm exhaustion flowed through me, and I slumped against the chair, my body relaxing on its own. I looked over to my body in the bed to see what had happened, and saw Dr. Cullen had injected something in my IV. My breathing and heartbeat soon slowed and evened out, and both Edward and Dr. Cullen relaxed.

"I think she's asleep." Edward said softly.

" 'm not." I mumbled, too tired to speak properly. Edward jumped slightly.

"Why don't you go to sleep then? It's easier than fighting the medicine." Edward suggested.

" 'm not fighting it. I wanna sleep, but I can't."

"You can't?"

"No. Haven't been able to sleep since I arrived at the hospital."

"At all? Not even for a moment?" Edward asked, incredulous.

"This is the first time I've been tired. And I'm not even mentally tired, just physically." I struggled to say it properly, so he would be able to understand. It still came out a mumbled mess, but I think he understood me.

Edward looked over his shoulder at Dr. Cullen. "She hasn't slept the entire time she's been here. Not even the sedatives seem to be able to put her to sleep."

"Strange..." Dr. Cullen muttered, staring at the me in the bed for a long moment before looking back at Edward and me. "Perhaps, she can't go to sleep, since she is technically already asleep in the coma."

Hmm…maybe….

All of a sudden, Dr. Cullen was back to looking at my chart, and Edward had untied one of his shoes lightning fast and was slowly beginning to tie up the laces again.

"What are you—" I was interrupted when the door suddenly swung open.

So yes, you guessed it, Wolf Boy appears next chapter. Any guesses on who it is? C'mon! Tell me who you think it is! And what about any other predictions? I want to hear your opinions! And the one of the best ways to do that is to hit that lovely little REVIEW button below. So c'mon. Make your author happy. You know what everybody says, happy author=quicker updates. and yes, this IS bribery.

Oh yeah, and starting next chapter, I'll no longer saying "the me in the bed", cause it's tedious. From now on, I will refer to Hannah as "me", and the Hannah in the bed as "my body".

Your soon to be college student,

littleditto

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