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Chapter 3

Sometime later, I awoke. I glanced out the window and saw that it was dark out. The streetlamps casting that suffocating, soft glow that they do. It almost made me feel afraid inside the building.

I turned as the door slightly sighed and a nurse walked in.

"Do you need anything? Are you alright," she asked in a gentle, quiet voice. She reminded me of my mother.

"I'm fine, but could I get up and walk around a little? My legs are kind of stiff."

She looked thoughtful for a little bit, then nodded. "Sure sugar, but let me show you how to hook the heart monitor back up. First let me go talk to the monitoring station and tell them that I'm going to disconnect the machine."

Sometime while I was sleeping, they had removed the IV and the oxygen tube around my face, but I still had the pulse monitor on my finger.

The nurse walked back in and walked over to the machine next to my bedside. She pushed a purple button on the front and the beeping stopped. "When you turn it back on, push the blue button," she pointed to a bright blue button next to the purple one. Then she walked over and unclipped the plastic finger clip.

"When you put it on, make sure that you clip it tight, and make sure it's not going to fall off. Put it on before you turn the monitor on, otherwise it will sound like you're flat-lining." I nodded and she smiled. I flexed my fingers, glad to be temporarily free of the clunky object.

"Remember though, there are still cameras inside the room, so we will still be able to keep an eye on you." She pointed up to the corner above the door. There was a little black orb on the wall.

With that she turned and left.

I threw the covers back and for the first time since I had woken up, I looked at my legs. I cringed. They were so small and they almost looked shriveled. I hadn't used them in a while. I would have to wear jeans until I got some muscle mass back in them.

I turned and put them over the side of the bed onto the cold wooden floor below me. I stood up, holding onto the bad frame for support and took a shaky step to the side.

So far so good. I let go of the bad rail and almost fell over. I grabbed back on with a gasp as I almost collapsed.

For a while, I just stood there for a while standing on one foot, then the other until I could stand on my own. But I couldn't move. Finally, I decided that it was enough for tonight. I wanted to keep going, but seeing as I fell asleep at the drop of a hat, I wanted to hook up the machine and get set before that happened.

I shuffled over to the bed and grabbed the plastic finger piece. I jammed my finger into the thing and clipped it shut. I grunted. Then, I reached over carefully and pushed the blue button.

Nothing happened and I thought that I had done something wrong, but then the high-pitched beep started up and I breathed out. I climbed into bed and snuggled under the thin, bumpy covers.

Why can't they have nice, warm covers in the hospital? They must be the cheapest kind they could get. I ran my hand over the slightly raised surface.

I used to sleep on my side curled up in a ball, but now I was very comfortable sleeping on my back. huh. This coma thing has seriously messed up my life.

As I drifted to sleep, a shadow drifted over the room. Through my hazy vision, it looked like the crouched form of someone, but when I focused my eyes, it was gone. I dismissed it as a cloud and went back to sleep.


The Next Morning at Amu's house

After half an hour of riding in the car, we pulled up in front of one of the most familiar sights in my memory. My house. It hadn't changed a bit, except for some toys and a bike in the front yard.

I could see from here my old balcony outside my room.

My mother opened the door on the left side of the car, my balcony was on the right, and I stepped out onto the path leading up to my house.

This morning before my parents came to get me, I had practiced walking again. I was still very unsteady, but if I walked slow, I could support myself.

I held up my hand to fend my mother off, who was going to help me up to the house, and began the shaky journey up the front steps into the door.

The scent of my home hit me with a powerful punch as I breathed in. I was so used to the sterile smell of the hospital,

I turned with an old habit and walked up the stairway to my room. I was eager to get up there and look around. -

As I opened the door to my room, a new scent hit me. Musky and deep. It smelled nice. It confused me, though, because the balcony door was open. It shouldn't smell like this if the window was open. I shrugged and walked in the door.

I walked over to the railing on my balcony, exhausted. I leaned over and watched my little sister and my father out in the front yard. Ami was riding on her bike and my dad was taking pictures. I guess she had been taught how to ride.

My heart squeezed a little as I thought about this. I had missed so much. Hot tears began to prickle in my eyes as I thought about all that I had missed and lost. My sister had grown up, my memories of my friends and past life always danced on the edge of my sub consciousness; teasing me, and some parts were missing altogether.

A quiet sob escaped my mouth as I turned around to go to my bed. Instead, I bumped into something hard. A moment later, I realized it was a person because two arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Amu," a husky voice gasped quietly as I was crushed into that person's chest. There was a mixture of emotions in that voice. I couldn't even describe them.

I didn't know who this person was and I didn't know why they were in my house, but I wanted them out. Now. Immediately, I started pushing away and struggling.

"Let me go! Who are you! Get out of my room," I hissed. For some reason, I didn't shout.

I felt the person's body go rigid and their arms released me just a little. That was enough. I ducked down quickly, intending to slip under the arms, but I had forgotten about my balance problems and fell down.

"Oww," I whined as a slight pain shot through my back from landing.

They bent down, hand extended, but I would have none of it. They were not welcome here.

I tried to get up and fend off the person in my room, who I could now see was a boy, but, once again, I felt as if I had been drained of all life.

"Get out," I weakly whispered as I blacked out.