36. Willow: Coma

Willow's Pov

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My eyelids felt heavy as I slowly began to regain consciousness. The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. My head was pounding and my throat felt parched. I don’t remember falling asleep last night.

I even had to drink some of my mum's leftover alcohol. She shouldn't be drinking after surgery and I promised to scold her this morning, but I had gulped the rest of her drink instead, only sleeping at dew.

As I sat up and stretched, my phone chimed, indicating an incoming call. I picked it up without thinking, bleary-eyed, and mumbled a groggy “Hello.”

"It's Cassie." I heard a sob. I exhaled. George must have told her about what happened yesterday. Cassie was either calling to apologize or trying to make me speak to George.

I wasn't in for that this morning. I could not sleep over the night after my conversation with George. His tears, the way he almost strangled me to death, his rage… was all bad for me mentally. I pa