5 Days Later:
A blurry piece of paper. A vase of dead flowers. Tubes. A strand of dark brown hair in my face. A tickle in my throat. A rough sounding cough. Another cough, this time louder. A flicker of eyelids. A bright light. A chair set to the side of a bed. My bed.
A beeping and the sound of a door opening quickly. The feeling of a needle injected in my left arm and a heavy, weight starting at my head and moving to my toes. Blackness.
Bright lights shining in my eyes. Eyelids opening unwillingly and the pressure of a hand on my left cheek. The sound of murmuring voices in the hallway. A sudden sob. A woman appearing to my right. Her hand reaching toward my face, but not touching it. Another sob as she goes blurry.
"Mandy--"
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Broken Hearts and a Small Glass of Lemonade
Short StoryMandy Gavala suffered from a broken heart before, but it was never compared to this. After her best friend, and boyfriend, die in a car accident that SHE caused, Mandy has to figure out a way to get back on her feet.
