Coma Girl: Part 4 (Kindle Single) by Stephanie Bond

Author:Stephanie Bond [Bond, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humorous romance suspense
Publisher: NeedtoRead Books
Published: 2016-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

October 18, Tuesday

TODAY EVERY TIME the door opens, my hopes buoy. But when instead of hearing the voice of my mom or dad or Winnie, or even Roberta, I hear the shuffle and quick rapport of nurses, orderlies, and other staff, my heart squeezes again.

It’s my birthday, and as the day I turn twenty-nine slides away, it becomes clear no one remembers.

Granted, it’s also Tuesday and non-comatose people are busy. I’m sure my dad is on the road. My mom spends Tuesdays visiting new listings of other agents to scope out the best properties early in the week. I remember that Sid goes to the courthouse on Tuesdays, to observe trials. On the other side of the world, Alex is probably saving a village.

So I’m a Libra, which means I’m gracious (a pushover), diplomatic (a pleaser), and cooperative (malleable). I’m also indecisive, I avoid confrontation, and I’m prone to self-pity.

Not a bestselling singles profile.

And apparently, my biggest dilemma is when I have to choose sides because I choose all sides. Everyone in my household picked up on that fickle trait early on because I can’t count the times I felt as if I was being drawn and quartered by the other four people in the house who demanded I come over to their side and support their cause. While I ran around trying to please everyone, I pleased no one, and at the end of the day, the one thing they all seemed to have in common was a resentment toward me; as a result, I would often find myself standing alone while the four of them walked off, arm in arm.

Don’t get me wrong— our home wasn’t a constant state of warfare. Not overtly. But grudges were quick to cut and long to heal. And I felt as if I was always being punished for some unwitting transgression.

So being a Libra, I’m lying here feeling bad for expecting people to remember it’s my birthday and at the same time, indulging in a little pity-party. The argument could be made that it’s been my day every day since the accident.

Still, as visiting hours draw to a close, I’m secretly hoping my family is huddled out in the hallway with noisemakers and confetti to surprise me.

The door opens, and I hope my breath.

“It’s just me, Marigold,” Gina says. “Dr. Jarvis asked me to take your blood pressure every two hours.

I fight disappointment, but honestly, why would anyone make a fuss? No one knows I know it’s my birthday. It’s like any other coma day.

“Okay,” Gina said. “Your blood pressure is on the high side of normal, but that’s common for expectant woman, especially when you’re not getting any exercise.”

I heard the scrape of her removing the chart at the foot of the bed to record the reading.

“Oh, my goodness, Marigold, I see on your chart that today is your birthday.”

She returned the chart, then left the room. A few minutes later, she was back. “I’m tying a Happy Birthday balloon to your bed.

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