Blossom Summers
I woke up to the sound of the TV and someone held on to my hand, “that is not good.” Mother said in frustration.
My sight was a bit blurry but I could hear the sound of the monitors and equipment by my bed, I groaned, “ouch.” I croaked as I couldn’t feel my back.
“Baby? Oh my baby.” Aster said elated. “Hold on let me get a doctor.” She said as she rushed out of the room.
My eyes were adjusting to the lighting of the room; I could hear someone speak that sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it. The doctor walked in with my mother in tow, “Miss Summers you’re awake. We were beginning to think you never will.” The doctor said offering me a smile.
“I never doubted you baby.” My mother said with tears brimming from her eyes.
“How long have I been in a coma?” I asked with
