Chapter twenty eight: keep an eye out

Dahlia pov

It's the same thing every. Fucking. Day. And honestly its getting boring.

Don't get me wrong, I love hearing all of them, but I'd much rather talk to them face to face, and when I can actually reply would be nice aswell.

But instead, I'm just laying in a hospital bed, probably with the ugly hospital gown on. And I can't do anything to help.

I try to do something.

I have done for a while now, I try to get myself out of this coma that I'm in, this time though, im not gonna give up, until I actually wake up. And see their ugly faces looking at me.

But it only gets my heart racing, every time it does that, the nurses come through and make a scene of it, for gods sake I only want to fucking wake up.

Ignore the coma girl, I do it again, but this time I don't stop when the nurses tell me too. I can hear people shouting, I can hear Ajax and