Great pain shook my body and I yanked off, immediately opening my eyes.
-Dear Jesus! I'm alive!
I murmured drowsily.
I sighted around, and it looked like a small office, with one sofa, chair and table. Quite decent for one modest room. I stretched my arms, realising that every inch of my body was hurting me. I sighed in pain, lying back on the sofa.
Since I wasn't able to move, I couldn't go and find out what had happened, where the boys were and why I was not in the hospital.
I peered at the clock and realised that its arrow was going backwards, not as usual. That absolutely confused me, and I just frowned, closing my eyes shut, deciding to wait and see.
-Welcome mrs, mrs? Um, what's your name, dear?
A tall middle-aged man entered the room where I'd been, all dressed in white. I frowned a bit, not managing to figure out the situation.
He stared at me a few seconds, then he closed the door behind and walked towards the table. His features relaxed and he sat down on the chair, searching for some papers in the drawer.
I was still lying on the sofa not moving an inch, only breathing silently.
-My name?
I uttered eventually, effortlessly trying to remember what my name was.
-Yeah dear, do you know where you are?
He breathed casually as it was his everyday sentence.
A small scoff left his mouth as he stopped doing what he had, and crossed his hands before him, intensively glaring at me.
-Ummm, I'm, I mean, my name. Jesus! I don't have a clue, please tell me.
All I remember is that I had an accident. I puffed, nervously straightening myself on the sofa. -Did I pass on?
The words just spilled out of my mouth with the speed of a shot gun, before I realised what I had said. My hand anxiously rose up to my agape mouth, covering it, as I appallingly stared at the man in front of me.
Something unpleasant started tightening inside my chest, causing me pain. That couldn't be the truth, I can't have died.
I couldn't help but panic, every further thought was leading deeper into stress and madness.
-Young lady, could you calm down?
The man demeaned politely, but yet he seemed as if that was his daily routine. As if he met people like me every day, perhaps even more than every day, perhaps a few times a day, and so he exactly knew how he should act, and talk with them.
-I'm sorry.
I apologised shyly, a bit embarrassed by my silliness.
-So, you're not dead.
He explained, as the ends of his lips crooked into a small smirk.
-Ahhh, thanks God!
I mumbled, breathing out the stress I had kept inside. It felt as the rock fell off my chest.
-But...
He exclaimed, holding his finger in the air.
-But what?
I couldn't hold my shit back, I indeed needed to know everything, immediately.
-The thing I can't figure out is your name, I don't know why. But, we'll put that aside for awhile. So, you're not dead.
He seemed to be babbling some nonsenses, which I didn't care for. And he had already told me that I wasn't dead and stuff.
-Hurry up!
I basically yelped since I desperately wanted to know what was going on.
-Right, madam. Apologies. Well, this state is scientifically called "dreaming while in coma". You are very right when you say that you had an accident. True that, mistress.
I gulped a few times with an effort, everything around became blurry and dizzy, that wasn't the truth, I wanted to see Harry, so he could tell me this was a lie, I can’t have been in a coma.
-Harry!?! Harry?!?
I screeched as loud as I could, my throat hurting so bad, but seemingly I didn't give a shit.
-Hey, haha, you're in love with that famous guy from One Direction?
He seemed to be deriding me, what kind of joke that was.
His stupid smile was still on his face, as he mockingly stared at me, holing back not to bust out with laughter.
-He's my boyfriend.
My voice was a bit muffled since I couldn't get well from his disgusting expression. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for his bullshit.
-Hahaha, since when? I'm sorry, so sorry. Oh my God.
He lost it and started sickeningly laughing like a creep, wiggling in his chair and waving his hands in the air.
I froze on my spot, not blinking, my nerves boiling from anger, fuming out through my ears.
-I can't be more specific. I'm waking up from this crap right away.
I hissed throughout my tighten teeth, my brows narrowed in a line, while I was holding myself back not to attack him right there right then.
-I'll leave you then, sweetie, if you know what you're doing. Good luck!
He averred, sniffing a bit, and then he stood up from the chair, ready to leave the room.
-I know, thanks, and don't ever come back.
I said sarcastically, satisfied with him finally leaving me alone in peace.
When he exited the room, I throw myself back on the bed, recalling the memory of waking up from a dream, that I’d been reading about, not so recently, but still.
It would be easier if I was only sleeping, but with the fact that I was in a coma I wasn't sure would it really work. At least I could try, nothing could be lost. Perhaps that was only a dream and that man was only badly joking with me.
Whatever, I decided to see whether I could wake up from whatever it was.
As I was comfortably lying on the sofa, I utterly closed my eyes, inhaling and exhaling peacefully and calmly.
In my head, I was constantly replying words that would help me wake up. I drifted deeper and deeper into my head, while my mind repeated, wake up, wake up, wake up, and all over again.
I breathed in and out easily and relaxed, only focused on one thing, to wake up from that fuckery.
Happily, the first choice seemed to be working so I wouldn't have to try my luck and kill the man from earlier.
I felt an enormous energy dragging me somewhere, and I let go, waiting for it to take me to the other side.
After some time, I fell asleep, drowning further and deeper.
Somehow, all of a sudden, I woke up and sensed that the environment changed, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I sighed in relief, smelling the familial note, I got used to.
My smirk was showing, even though I put such an effort to hide it.
-Guys, she'll be fine. Right?
Louis asked, a bit worried.
I was imaginary jumping from happiness in my head, just when I heard Louis, it was the best day of my life, realising that I was back again with my lovely lads.
Joy and excitement took over my body, and I wished I could've kissed them all, but that would be weird.
-I hope so.
Harry spoke with his sexy raspy voice making my heart dance along with his. And I knew that he was there next to me.
I would never forgive myself for everything I'd done to him, but it wasn't the right moment for bringing bad memories back.
My warm and pleasant smile was still on my face, I took a deep happy breath once again, as I slowly started opening my eyes. The lids seemed a bit heavy but I managed to open them and blink a very few times.
And that was when the SHIT went down.

Notes

A short explanation:
For all those who think that "coma dreaming" is impossible; well I've been searching about it a lot before I wrote the chapter. It is possible to dream a few dreams while in a semi-induced coma, while patients who were in a deep-induced coma say that they do not remember anything, they say that they might have been dreaming, just can't remember. Who doesn't believe me, can go and check. I just wanted to make it clear. x
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