Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24381191-20140602201416

I walked toward the door. When I opened it, my jaw dropped open in surprise and delight. Standing in front of me was my girlfriend, Melissa. She had been in a coma for two months prior, after a horrible car accident. The doctors had said that she might not survive.

"When did you wake up?!" I asked, not performing the courtesy of letting her in.

"This morning," she replied in her soft, sweet voice. How I missed that voice!

"Don't they keep you in for a day or two?" I asked as I let her in, realising my carelessness.

"You'd think, but you wouldn't believe these cheapskates." I didn't give much thought to that, I was just happy at that time.

We sat down and talked for a while, then I got a phone call. I told my girlfriend I was going to ignore it but she urged me to take it.

I got up from my seat and turned my back to Melissa. I tapped the green icon my phone's screen and put it to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked, annoyed at the bad timing of the phone call.

"Hello, is this David Nolan?"

"Yeah," I answered, confused as to why anyone would call me and ask who I was.

" We're sorry to tell you that our patient, Melissa Foster has died." I was unable to respond as the unmistakable sound of growling grew louder behind me. 