All Chapters of The Coma Doll: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

First day at Serenity Hills—the fanciest care center in Rivera City.The Head Nurse—Ms. Deinert—didn't waste time."Vivian, Ms. Stein's high-priority. Rich family. Just do the basics. Don't snoop, stay quiet in her room, and don't touch the music box. She loved it before the coma."I nodded like a good little rookie.Then I saw Sienna Stein for the first time. Laid out in bed, pale and still—yet she looked like she belonged on a red carpet.The first month was a snoozefest.Same routine: clean her, stretch her limbs, deal with waste, swap out her IV. She never moved. Never made a sound.I got used to the silence. Forgot all about Ms. Deinert's initial warning.Then came that day.I rolled the treatment cart in, ready to switch her IV. Grabbed the bag—and froze.Something felt off.The label said it clear as day: Glucose.My stomach dropped.Why the hell was it glucose?I knew I hadn't messed up—I grabbed the special IV nutrition from the pharmacy every single day. No slip

Chapter 2

Ever since the glucose thing, I'd been jumpy as hell.Ms. Deinert never mentioned it again—like it never happened.But the way she looked at me now? Sharp. Like a silent threat.I kept my mouth shut and buried it deep. Started watching Sienna closer.Still quiet. Vitals normal.But little things started standing out.Her nails? Perfectly trimmed.Her hair? Clean. Not greasy like every other bedridden patient.My scalp prickled.Was she faking?Once that thought hit, it wouldn't let go.But I had nothing solid. No proof. No one I could trust.Every day dragged by, heavy with silence and dread.Then, a week later—night shift.Everything changed.2 a.m. The place was dead silent—I could hear my own heartbeat.I was sorting charts at the nurse's station when I heard soft footsteps.Looked up.A tall guy in a black hoodie, mask, and baseball cap was gliding toward Sienna's room.And Ms. Deinert was leading him.The cap was low, face totally hidden.She whispered somethi

Chapter 3

After finding the hardtack and protein bar, I barely slept.Every time I shut my eyes, I pictured her ripping one open the second I left—just lounging, snacking, like the whole coma thing was a joke.The next few days, I tried to act normal, but walking into her room felt like wading into thick air. I started watching her—waiting for a slip.One afternoon, while rubbing her foot, I pressed harder near her sole. Her toes curled. Just a twitch—but real. She froze again fast, like nothing happened. But I knew.After that, I'd whisper during bed baths, "Ms. Stein, I know you're faking. If I'm right, give me a sign."Nothing. Not even a blink.But her breathing hitched—just enough to keep me hooked.The next day, her parents came.Desmond Stein looked every inch the power exec—tailored suit, eyes that missed nothing. Matilda had this effortless, polished grace, like she walked out of a lifestyle magazine.They always showed up with fancy supplements and flowers, smiling for the sta

Chapter 4

My hands froze. I just stared.Her eyes stayed shut, but I heard it. Every word cut deep.She was awake. Always had been."Come on! What are you waiting for?" the guy snapped.Snapping out of it, I blanked my face and helped turn her over.He grunted, low and gross, and got rougher, while I backed into the corner, numb. Her whisper kept replaying like a curse.She wasn't just threatening me.She was handing me a choice.Help her—or she'd nuke everything. The fake coma, the glucose drip, all of it dumped on me. And Ms. Deinert? She'd sell me out in a heartbeat.That's when I got it—what she meant about 'knowing too much.'I wasn't just aware. I was trapped.I don't even remember the rest of that night. Just her voice, circling my head like a ghost that wouldn't shut up.***Next morning, I dragged myself back into Serenity Hills, barely holding it together.Ms. Deinert gave me this look—almost approving—and slid me breakfast. First time ever. That's when it clicked: the se

Chapter 5

I stumbled back and hit the floor, my voice shaking. "Why are you doing this? Don't you get you're playing with fire?""Playing with fire?" She rolled her shoulders and sat up. "Compared to the hell they were about to throw me into, this is nothing.""Who? What hell?""My parents." Bitterness dripped off every word. "They were gonna marry me off to some rich kid with cerebral palsy. Their company needed a bailout. He can't even care for himself. Marrying him meant life in a cage—like being a widow before I even lived."I just froze. Someone like her—glamorous, untouchable—carrying that kind of secret?"So you faked the coma?""What else was I supposed to do?" Her voice sharpened. "I tried everything—refusing, starving myself, even thought about ending it. They never let up. Only way out was making myself useless."She snapped a piece of hardtack, calm as ever. "I staged the crash. Figured if I went full coma, they'd finally stop. But they didn't. They just found new ways to milk

Chapter 6

After cutting the deal with Sienna, my days sped up like someone hit fast-forward. Every shift was just nerves and waiting.She started working her plan—first a twitch in her fingers, then a flicker of her eyelids. When I called her name, she'd even grunt back.I ran straight to Ms. Deinert with the "news." She looked shocked for half a second before snapping back, then pulled together Serenity Hills' so-called expert team for a consult.After a round of tests, the verdict was that Sienna's brain activity was picking up. Maybe she'd wake up, maybe not—no one could say.Desmond and Matilda lit up. They started showing up all the time, clinging to that sliver of hope. Matilda basically lived at her bedside, talking nonstop, dredging up memories, crying herself dry only to start again.Watching her unravel made guilt knot in my stomach.'If she knew the truth—that every bit of this was staged—what would she do?'Meanwhile, Sienna turned the whole thing into a performance. She teare

Chapter 7

In the days after, Sienna played her recovery game. First single words, then short sentences. Her body went from stiff as stone to wobbling on her feet with my help.Every step lit Desmond and Matilda up. They spoiled her nonstop, saying yes to everything.Sienna played it smooth, using her "recovery" to set up the endgame. She'd drop hints about things she'd wanted before the coma—trips, food cravings—and her parents always delivered.Then came the soft worries. That her body might never heal. That she might not have security. Matilda teared up every time, promising her comfort."Sienna, don't worry. Your father and I have everything prepared. The trust fund in your name is more than enough."Exactly what Sienna was fishing for.One afternoon, she lay pale in bed and whispered, "It's almost time."My dad's study—safe behind the east wall bookshelf. Code's my birthday plus my parents' anniversary. The authorization papers are inside."Tomorrow, I'll get us to the house. When we

Chapter 8

Instinct kicked in. My eyes scanned the room—The window. A tiny balcony. A drainage pipe thick enough to grip.I didn't think. I shoved the window open, slipped onto the balcony, and flattened myself against the wall, barely breathing.The study door rattled almost instantly. The handle twisted, then stopped."Strange. Why is the study locked?" Desmond's voice was edged with suspicion."Maybe the wind, or you bumped it last time," Matilda murmured, weary."Impossible. I never lock the study." His tone hardened. "I'll get the spare key."Panic tore through me. If he found the window open, I was caught.Then, like a lifeline, Sienna's frail voice rang out from downstairs, urgent and shaky."Dad! Mom! I feel so dizzy!"Their focus snapped away."Sienna! What's wrong?" They bolted downstairs, forgetting the study.I didn't waste a second. Climbed back in, shut the window, unlocked the door, and slipped out. Then I ran, heart hammering the whole way. Too close. If Sienna hadn't

Chapter 9

"Yes, baby. You waking up is already the greatest gift we could ever ask for." Matilda clutched her hand, eyes raw and wet.Sienna smiled sweetly. "To celebrate my recovery—and to thank you for everything—I want to use part of my trust fund to buy you a big gift."Desmond and Matilda traded a glance, something sour flashing in their eyes."Sienna, just you saying that is enough. That money's your future. How could we take it?" Desmond's voice oozed fake reluctance."Dad, don't hold back with me. You've already sacrificed so much. The company even struggled because of my illness. Let me do something for the family." Her reasoning was airtight.With her "insistence," they gave in. Sienna slid out the authorization form and paperwork, guiding them through the signatures.Pens scratched. Her lips curved, barely a smile. Everything was falling into place.But before they could stand, the door flew open.Ms. Deinert walked in pale, flanked by security and two cops."Desmond Stein. M

Chapter 10

In the visitation room, I saw Sienna again.The glamor was gone. No pale, fragile mask. Just a prison uniform, barefaced—and somehow calm. Almost happy.I stared. "It was you, wasn't it?"She nodded. "When I had you steal those papers, I already knew. I told Dr. Wilson to call the cops.""Why?" My voice cracked. "You had the money. You could've vanished.""Would that life really be what I wanted?" She gave a bitter smile. "Vivian... maybe this is freedom."Her eyes lingered on me, heavy with something I couldn't name. "Thank you."I had no words. There were no winners in this mess.Linda Deinert went down for trafficking, exploitation, and illegal ops—straight to prison. The "visitors" got prosecuted too.Serenity Hills, once Rivera's crown jewel, collapsed in scandal and bloodshed. The place gutted itself in a desperate purge.Desmond and Matilda faced trial for neglect and abuse. Stein Corp, already on life support, finally flatlined.And Sienna—her motives messy as hell—s

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