Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Ethan's POV

It's been over a year and three months,2 weeks, 6 days, 12 hours, 24 minutes, 48 seconds since Ethan has been in coma,I can't swear but I began to lose all hope.

"Hey," Mark said. "Hey Mark," she said.

"How are you doing?" he asked. "Am better" her faint voice said. "You don't look so," he said.

"How can I be, Mark looks at him,he is dying,he is dying..." Hot streaming tears rolling down my face.

"Calm down, don't say that, Ethan is strong,he's going to get out of this" Mark seemed so sure about what he was saying.

"I really hope so, I really do," she said, wrapping Mark into a tight hug.

She stood next to Ethan body laying down lifeless,she could feel her heart pounding and her hand icy cold, later that night, Mark was gone, she was tired and the doctors already came to check up on him, they say if he doesn't come back any time soon, they will unplug him.

"Unplug him! What! What the fuck do you mean by that?!" She asked.

"Am so sorry,but if he doesn't recover soon ... We do not have a choice but to let him go" the doctor said.

" Let him go, hahahahaha, let him go doctor, where the fuck do you want him to go! Huh! Where the fuck do you want him to goooooo!" She said aloud, grabbing unto his shirt.

"Am so sorry Miss..." The doctor was immediately interrupted.

"Don't you fucking tell me that, don't you fucking do that shit to me, you promised me... You fucking promised to do your best, you promised me that you were going to do your possible best to see him alive" she said, already breaking down.

She slowly let him go, turning to face Ethan, she walked up to his body, kneeling before it like she wanted to worship him.

"Ethan... Ethan I know ...I know you can hear me" she said trying to keep her cracky voice stable.

"Come back, come back to me,I need you, we need you, please come" she said, tears making it ways down her cheeks.

"Come back!" Hitting him straight at his chest. "Come back you fucking bastard!" Another hit.

"Come back to me" this time the hit came in many dimensions.

"Stop, stop that" the doctor holding and pulling her away from Ethan's body out the door. "Come backk" her voice faded away.

At first there is music, a choir of sorts as in churchthen I hear God and he tells me to go to the

other part of my brain, to go through the doorway to a place I'll be safeThe dream changes

and I feel a sense of falling, as if I am entering a part of myself that was hidden.

Perhaps I went the wrong way, or perhaps it is now safe for me to go the wrong way, now that I'm all grown up, to see what I was saved from.

I find myself in an empty room, except there is a child who looks nothing like a child. He is wrapped so tightly inside a thin mattress that I can see only his feet and somehowhis right

armwhich has become a knife from his elbow to the place his fingers should be. I run to him,

try to calm him, yet he wields the knife in blind panic, unable to tell friend from foe.

Someone pulls me away from the blade and instead I find myself sitting on the end of a large bed. I had thought it empty, but soon there was a man inside it, old and fat. I move away to a chair, unsure of why I am there, but there is something about money and I can't leave just yet.

The fat man speakssitting up in bed he asks me to rub sunscreen into his upper back and

shoulders. I refuse. I tell him to ask someone else to do it, there are lots of people in the room but they don't move... then I saw her, the love of my lifeWhat is she doing here? I thought I

lost you, she wasn't saying anything, she was bleeding,she looked unhappy,I walked up to touch and hug her, but she disappeared.....

"Noooooooooooo"

My eyes shot wide open but I couldn't see, I blinked more to clear my blurry vision,I tried to move but I couldn't, everywhere aches.

"Ahhh" a soft sound escapes my mouth.

"Ethan?" I heard a very familiar voice calling out to me and holding unto my hand.

"Ethan!" She called out, like she was trying to wake me up from a dream. "Ethan looked at me," she said.

"Nuella?" I uttered softly.

"Ethan can you hear me, wake up!" she said, taping my shoulder. " It's me," she said.

I tried to see who it was but I felt so weak, I hardly recognized anything. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Oh God, you're in a hospital, you have been in a coma for a year and some months" she said, something about her voice felt like she was relieved from all her bothering and I could see the spark in her eyes.

"What!" Trying to get up. "Ahhhhhh!" My head hurts.

"Don't do that, I'll call the doctor" she said , before I could say anything to her,she already turned her back to fetch the doctor.

"Doctor! Doctor!!" She called out excited,her voice almost pulling the roof down.

The doctor and nurse walked in hurriedly,they looked really shocked when they saw me,I was already seated, took off all the supporting machines, they were beginning to irritate me.

"How are you doing Mr Rolland". Doctor Greg asked.

"Am ok Greg,when am I leaving" I asked almost wanting to leave right now. "Hahahahaha, good to see you're fine man"Greg said.

"Yeah" I said plainly.

He ran a few tests and left in no time, I'll be leaving here soon enough, I won't be able to walk for only God knows how long,and I felt so sick about that.

In a few minutes, Mark arrived,and it felt so good to see him.

"Hey boss!" He said wrapping me into a good long hug. "Good to see you too Mark," I said.

And right here,It was the beginning of another life for me.