i made it? || chiefprosecutoredgeworth
BEEP...
BEEP...
BEEP...
The heart monitor was beeping steadily... There was an oxygen mask on his face and and a IV going into his arm. The blankets of the hospital bed were only covering half of his body, the other half showed his bust wrapped up in gauze and what not. There was something rattling on the table that was placed beside the bed. A phone. Why would anyone text him? I mean, Clay Terran was dead, right?
No--he wasn't dead. Clay was alive. Just barely, the stab knocked him out and he went into a coma... he was rushed to the hospital immediately. The astronaut just barely held onto life... It was like...he didn't want to leave someone. No, it's not my time... I can't leave yet...
The body was laying still--except for a twitching finger...--YES! A twitching finger, soon his whole hand, and then his other hand was waking up per se.
"NH--"
The astronaut took in a huge gulp of air and opened his eyes. He started coughing a lot. Ew, he even coughed up some blood. Was there anyone in the room?
