There is something about those in a coma that may be unconscious to everyone but our organs are always working perfectly. I was just in a world of white but literally I was awake but still unconscious. I slept there listening to all they were saying, the other part of me agreed with what Carlos was saying but the other part loathed him for saying that.
He was just as stubborn as he was in real life. I sat and held his hand when Carlos rushed in, he tapped me and I got conscious back, I hugged him and cried on his shoulder.
"How are you doing? I came rushing immediately after you called?" He said, yeah totally right, I called him when the police refused to let me go, I held him tight and watched how he was fairing.
"I told you to stay away from him, he's trouble." He said sternly and I broke the hold, more like a hug or embrace, anyone you like.
