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pauses. “Please Nat, don’t.”
    His words cause m e to suck in an unneeded breath, and my heart fills with despair. I could hear in his voice, the pain weaved and laced through every word. As much as I don’t want to make the promise I am about to make, because the one thing I do know about myself, is that I don’t break promises, I make it anyway. Knowing that no matter what shit storm life throws at me, I now have to wade through the water of it.
    “I promise. I won’t do that to you or Layla again. I p romise.” If possible, he squeezed me even tighter.
    “I missed you. Four days is way too long to not hear your beautiful voice. The guys miss you too.”
    I tense. How do I tell him that I want nothing to do with his best friend? I decide right now is neither the time nor place to discuss this. Especially in front of Layla, who is now bringing me another cup of much needed water.
    The rest of the day remains pretty quiet. Layla remains in denial of why I am here in the first place , and Liam has been starring all day as if I’m not really here. My stomach starts rumbling loudly. Liam takes it as a hint, and volunteers to go grab us some lunch from Subway down the street. I’m starving so I agree immediately. Layla opts to stay with me, so I’m not alone. I also think it’s in case I relapse into a coma. She’s scared, and I have given her no reason not to be.
    As soon as Liam exits the room , a doctor walks in. He’s in his early fifties, I am guessing. Short brown hair in a fade graying at the temples. His face holds character; his eyes, crowing at the corners and laugh lines permanently etched into his cheeks, now wrinkles.
    He’s wearing a white lab coat and blue scrubs. He seems friendly. He shakes Layla’s hand , introducing himself as Dr. Reed. Apparently she has never met him. He then approaches me and again introduces himself.
    “I scanned your chart before I came in. This hospital isn’t usually one of my stops being that it’s far from home, but I had a friend call in a favor. He seems to care a lot about you. Being that he’s a friend I couldn’t say no to him, and not stop in and look over your case.” He tells me. 
    I don’t think I have to guess twice who could have placed that telephone call. Of course Liam would use his status to call a specialist in.
    “I feel pretty fine besides the slight headache and sore throat , and being hungry. I would say that I am okay. There wasn’t a need to come all this way. I’m sure your friend was overwrought with anxiety.” I say dismissing him.
    “How about you do me a small favor and humor me? I want to assure myself that you are all right medically, that you’re in great physical health. Cases like this are usually very bad. You are lucky you woke up at all, Miss Wright. If your friend hadn’t reached you when she did, you wouldn’t be here talking to me right now. So please just let me run a few tests, so I know that you are okay.” He pleads.
    “Fine. A few tests th en you can go on back home.” I give in.
    “Why don’t you lay back down on the bed for me please?” He asks.
    Begrudgingly I lay back down on the bed. He starts poking and prodding. Asking me if I can feel a touch here and there. He shines a light into my eyes to check the dilation in my pupils. He asks me to open my mouth, to check that the tube that was placed in my throat for four days didn’t harm anything. It’s over pretty quickly.
    “You can sit up now , Miss Wright. I just want to run a MRI and maybe a few other tests depending on the results.”
    This makes me a little nervous. “Why? Is everything al l right? Do you think that I seriously harmed myself?”
    “I can’t be sure. This is all precautionary. I would rather know one hundred percent that you are okay before we discharge you. I am also going to suggest you seek some sort of counseling. For you to have done something like this, you must have a lot going on in that head of yours. Talk to