One Hundred & Twelve

THE NEXT DAY

The next day came by so fast that, for a moment, Madison feared the worst.

Every second, she tried to blink, wanting to check if everything happening was real, and it was.

Damien had woken up from his coma. The doctors had checked up on him and deemed him okay miraculously.

When the doctors had marveled over his condition, wondering how he seemed to have fought over the gunshot wound, Madison tried to seamlessly stop herself from shedding tears every second, but all her efforts were useless.

She’d tried so much, but she couldn’t stop the tears and giving up after she’d cried her heart out.

She couldn’t even talk to Damien again because she was scared.

What if all this was a dream, one she was currently having?

This was a nightmare, probably, and she would be awake soon, but it wasn’t.

She’d pinched herself so much that the fleshy skin of her wrists was filled with welts and marks, but still, she didn’t stop.

She kept digging her sharp fingernails into her skin, t