I opened my eyes and squinted at the analog clock that hung on the wall in front of my bed. I rubbed at my eyes, my arms and hands feeling heavy and weak, and squinted back at the numbers.

3:15. I don't remember feeling tired or even falling asleep.

Wait a minute. The last thing I remember was that I was driving. I was driving to visit my mom and my little sister.

My neck felt stiff as I tried to look around. I saw that there were numerous IVs hooked to my arms and hands. A heart monitor beeped low and slow beside my bed.

What happened? Why am I in the hospital?

I tried to speak but all that came out was a raspy whisper. I couldn't even hear myself. My hand fumbled along the bed railing hoping to find anything that I could use to draw attention to my room.

I looked a little to my left and caught sight of the nurse button. I fought my worn muscles in my left arm to reach out to the button. My fingers barely pressed it but I heard a small ding. I let my arm fall back onto the bed and it slapped my leg. I groaned out in pain when this happened but I took that as a good sign.

Pain is good. I repeated to myself. If I can feel pain, then that means I still have that part.

There was a commotion that came from outside of my room, a little to the left. I bet that's where the nurse's station is. Excited hollers and the sound of feet hitting the floor quickly became louder as they got closer to my room.

The door swung open and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen walked through and rushed to my bedside. Her sweet scent engulfed me and I tried hard to not take in as much of it as I could. A bright smile was on her face, a small gap in between the front teeth.

"Why hello there sugar," the nurse spoke. "It's about time you woke up." Her right hand, incredibly soft, reached up and felt my forehead. "I've been your nurse for the past year and you've frightened your sister and me both. We almost thought you wouldn't make it at first. I'm sure glad that you were finally able to pull through."

Her smile softened and she grasped my hand with her left one.

"Now, let's say we call your family and let them know you're awake. I'm sure they would like to see you."

I tried to respond back to her, but no words would come out.

"Oh, how rude of me." She made herself a little more comfortable and sat on the edge of my bed, removing the hand form my forehead to place it on top of out joined hands. "My name is Gabriela, or Gabs for short. It's nice to finally meet you."

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There was an insistent knocking on my door and my mother's voice soon followed after.

"Delilah! Get your ass up," she yelled through the door. "We're going to the hospital!"

I squinted at my alarm clock that was on my nightstand. The neon green numbers flashed 3:47 in the darkness.

I laid my head back down on my pillow and grumbled into it.

Wait. She said the hospital. Hospital. Henry. Something is wrong with Henry!

I flung myself off of the side of my bed, trapped in my comforter and my many blankets. I fought with them for a moment but broke myself free and banged my head on the nightstand.

"Ow, damn it," I mumbled and quickly found some clean jeans and a sweatshirt. I ran into my bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. I looked at myself and I was somewhat presentable.

I put on a pair of socks and my track shoes. I dashed down the stairs and ran into the car where my mother was already waiting for me.

She looked like shit. Something bad must've happened. There were dark bags under her eyes and she looked like she didn't make any effort in her appearance at all, not even to change her clothes.

"Why did it have to be at 3 in the morning?" she complained to herself. "It couldn't have happened at 3 in the afternoon or at 7?"

"What?" I asked, anger and concern bubbling to the surface. "What happened?"

"Henry finally took his sweet time waking up. And at 3 in the fucking morning."

Oh. Hell. No. My hands balled up into fists and it took everything in my being not to hit the bitch that is my mother.

"And your son waking up from a coma is a bad thing? It doesn't matter what time he woke up, the important thing is that he fucking woke up, you bitch!" Damn. I didn't know where that came from.

My mother glanced over at me, tears in her eyes and her mouth was slightly open.

"And don't you even dare think about crying. We don't want Henry to think that you actually care about him." Man, was I the one being the bitch.

Mother just sat there in silence. She started the car and began the drive to the hospital. The whole ride was in silence, besides my mother's occasional sniffles.

To say that I was furious didn't even touch the anger and hatred that I was feeling at that moment.

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Whoa there, Dee. Don't let your inner Kaylee show. Lol. I'm such an angry little noodle.

Also, this almost has 500 read-view-eye icon things and I'm so happy. I couldn't have gotten there without those of you that read this story, even though I neglect to update when I should.