Jeramaine’s POV
It had been days.
The doctors said I was getting better, that my body was recovering, but none of it mattered. Every morning, I woke up to the same sterile walls, the same beeping monitors, the same unbearable silence from the bed next to mine.
Oriana wasn’t waking up.
I watched over her every day, forcing myself to believe she’d open her eyes any second now. That she’d look at me, roll her eyes at how pitiful I must’ve looked, and call me an i***t for worrying so much.
But she never did.
Everyone came and went, trying to keep things normal. Jordan cracked jokes, Devorah brought food I never touched, Doloris asked questions I barely answered. Vanessa and Savannah stayed too, Vanessa didn't feel right about leaving abroad again with Oriana's current state but even they
