Everything will be okay

Two Weeks Later

The heart monitor beeps continuously as I check Chelsea's pulse. I hummed so I wouldn't cry. Two whole weeks of hell. Brianna woke up—thank God—but the others hadn't. Chelsea was showing more signs of improvement since she kept drifting in and out of consciousness, but Meredith was unmoving which was a bad thing. I still had hope that she would be fine. Technically, she had been in a coma for a month while Chelsea had been in and out of a coma for three weeks. Brianna only lay in a coma for a week while I was unconscious for three days. My baby was still fine, thankfully.

I dropped the notepad on the desk and went over to sit with her. I took her hand in mine and entwined our fingers together. A jolt of electricity charged through my body from our laced fingers. We were connected, Chelsea and I. Our bond was unbreakable and would remain that way.

"Chelsea, remember when we were ten?" I asked, smiling at the memory. "We went camping with Meredith's family. That was when