Rachel's P.O.V
Dear Michael,
You looked terrible.
Now, I know that is a terrible thing to say to you since you are my boyfriend but I'm telling the truth.
You looked terrible.
When I came to see you, you were more pale and when I held your hand, it was freezing. I don't know if that's because you're in a coma but I don't like the feeling of your skin when it is that cold.
It's worrying.
I remember when you were sick and you had forbidden me to come over because of the fact that you were ill. You were afraid that I would catch your cold if our hands barely touched but that didn't stop me. I remember walking up those stairs leading up to your room and opening the door to see you laying in bed with tissues and a two bowls of soup around you.
The sight was fascinating. Don't even ask me why, not that you can anyway. When you saw me, I remember seeing your eyes narrow as if you were silently saying 'I told you not to come'. I walked over to you and when I grabbed your hand, it was somewhat warm.
But your hand earlier was freezing, like you dipped your hand into a bath of ice and left it there for ten minutes. It was that cold.
I really don't want to lose you, Michael. No one wants to lose you.
Until tomorrow, my love.
- Rachel
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A/N - Just a filler. What do you guys think though? I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter... ;)
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Short Story[ Highest Rank: #46 in Short Story ] When Rachel's boyfriend goes into a coma after losing an incredible amount of blood after being shot, Rachel feels nothing but guilt. She could've saved him, but she just didn't know how. And now, her boyfriend i...
