JENS POV
The next time I wake up, I can't even open my eyes or move. What's going on? The last thing I remember is that I was hyperventilating and blacked out and Josh was in full on freakout mode. I hear a few people talking. What are they saying?
"What!?" I hear one of them yell. "I'm afraid so. She most likely won't wake up for a while, possibly even a few months," another man says. I hear them talking some more, and its nothing but then I hear one word...coma. Oh my god! I'm in a coma?!?! That's why I can't move at all.
I start freaking out. Well, mentally since I can't move. Oh no! It could be forever until I wake up. Then I realize something. I can't remember any thing from before the coma. And I mean not a single thing.
--------------2 weeks later---------------
I still haven't woken up. One person hasn't left my side. I think his name is Josh, or something like that. He also hasn't stopped crying. I've heard everything for the past two weeks, mainly his voice and the doctors. I feel like his voice is familiar, like I should recognize it, but I have no idea.
He keeps saying basically the same things everyday. How much he and everyone else needs me. How much he loves me. How I need to wake up. I really want to wake up, but I can't. Every time I try to open my eyes, they just won't move. It's like my eyelids are glued shut.
-----------6 months later---------------
I have no idea how long I've been out, but if I had to guess, I'd say it's probably been a few months. This "Josh" boy has only left maybe all of fifteen times. It's been the same routine every day. He sees I'm not better, cries, and keeps saying I have to wake up. I want to wake up, and I know I need to, but I can't. I've been trying every day.
It's been the same thing every day, but today the doctor said something horrible. "If she doesn't wake up, were gonna have to turn her off." Oh my god!! They can't turn me off, I'll die!
Josh is by my side again, sobbing his eyes out, pleading and begging me to wake up. They take him away, and I hear shuffling and a lot of buttons and switches on my side.
The machines are off. I can tell I'm dying. I can feel everything shutting down. I can feel myself slowly slipping away. Just before I'm gone, I will myself to wake up and try to open my eyes one more time, the last time.