C37 Coma

I'm unsure on how many days have passed.

Is it even days? Maybe it's been weeks.

It feels like several long years.

I sigh heavily and rub my eyes forcing them to stay awake. I haven't left her side, only to shower and get a change of clothes. I spend every night clutching her hand tightly and making do with the uncomfortable chair next to her bed. I'd been sat on it for so long