Doug POV

I was slowly waking up, i hadn't fully opened my eyes yet but i was feeling more aware of my surroundings. I could hear a heart rate monitor steadily bleeping. Good sign - i'm not dead then. I could feel someone holding my hand reassuringly. Wearily i opened my eyes, and saw Texas, who was holding my hand and a vase of flowers on my bedside table "Doug, you're awake!" cheered Texas who was crying with tears of happiness. I smiled weakly. I noticed my arm was in a sling and i had a couple of stitches. "Where's Ste? I need to see him!" i urged and shot out of the hospital bed but was hit with a wave of nausea. Texas steadied me and led me back to the bed. "Let me get a doctor to check you over then we can see Ste." explained Texas, who smiled sadly. Why was she sad?

A few minutes later the doctor came in - Paul Browning (a.n. =-O grr don't like him) i think his name is. "Hi doug lie back i just need to check a few things over." he said. He checked my arm, stitches and bruises. He hmped loudly "You'll fine to walk, but i need to keep you under observation for a while longer. Get your weight back up. " Browning explained 

"H-how long was i out for?" i asked confused. 

"2 weeks." confessed Texas.  

"W-what?" i mumbled flustered.  

"Doug, just take things easy for a couple of days." instruceted Paul. I nodded.  

"Erm where is Ste hay?" i asked curious, i really wanted to see him. 

"Down the hall and to the right." answered Doctor Browning. 

"Right, thanks." i said and walked out the door.

I walked down the corridor and turned right. There i saw Ste. He had a room to himself, an oxygen mask and lots of bandages and stitches in various places. Shocked i opened the door. A nurse was there checking over some information. "Oh my god Ste." i whispered and shuffled to his side.  

"When will he wake?" i asked  

"Don't you know...?" said the nurse 

"N-no." i replied 

"I'm very sorry but he's in a coma, we are not sure when, or if, he will wake up." the nurse answered solemnly.  

"N-no, NO! He can't be!" i cried. I slid to the ground in a crying heap.  

"Ste can't be..... I LOVE HIM!" i sobbed.  

"Can we get some help here!" urged the nurse. A couple of doctors came and carefully lifted me up and guided me down the corridor to my bed, Ste. Was. In. A. Coma

Ste POV

I feel so strange, i can hear and smell but i can't open my eyes. It's like they're glued shut. I don't feel hungry, just... nothing. I could hear someone coming in through what i assumed was the doors. I tried hard to listen and could distinguish a american accent. Must be Doug. Doug, the last time i saw him he had been shot in the shoulder. Then there was crying and sobbing. What was wrong with Doug? What was wrong with me? I heard a deathly word that came out of his mouth. 'Coma'. How long am i going to be like this? 

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Hiya :) Another update YAY so i've added a few more chapters because ending it on 6 chapters was mean :-P OH NO STE'S IN A COMA =-O i thought of it randomly 

Update soon  

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