SOMEONE IN HER WARD

ASTORIA'S POV

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When I realized that I was Astoria, I had a faint memory of someone calling my name, and I was surrounded by a big bright light too. But this light was painful to touch and it also turned things to ashes, so I hated it. Whoever called me then, knew who I was, and I tried to remember his face, or what he had meant to me but I couldn’t.

The doctor’s entire conversation revolved around how I would never wake up. The entire staff knew that. They also came up with a name for the room I was staying in. Room 123, the haunted room, and I could tell I was probably more annoyed by their lack of creativity than I was about them deciding that I would never wake up.

It didn’t matter to me if I were to wake up from my coma, or stay in it forever, because I had nothing. They talked about that as well. Apart from a girl who always asked if I had woken up and kept on dropping money for my treatment, I had no one else. I found out that was a kind sa