EMILY
I’d gone to the hospital, everyday for the past three weeks. The doctors said she was responding positively to the medication and she’d be conscious anytime soon now. I was glad, she could go back to her life, go to college, grow up.
I looked outside the window, watching the colors of summer subtly fade. The last six months have been a rollercoaster of emotions I didn’t even know they were possible to handle.
The door creaked open and in walked Nicholas with two cups of coffee.
“Two sugars right?” I smiled, taking it from him, breathing in the scent of hot coffee.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
We hadn’t spoken properly since the night I went off on him for keeping me in the dark about Mia’s accident. But he’d been positively hovering, checking in, driving me to and from the hospital,
