"Wh-what?" I stuttered, breathing quickly. I didn't understand what the nurse had just told me.
"You've been in a coma," the same nurse repeated.
"The fuck you talking about?" I asked as I shut my eyes because of the blinding light coming in through the window and I tried to calm my breathing.
"Call her family," a female nurse said and the other three nurses rushed off.
"What do you mean I've been in a coma?" I asked.
"Are you sure you want me to tell you? I can have a doctor come in, or you can wait until your family gets here and they can tell you."
"I just want to know what you're talking about," I said through labored breaths.
"I'll tell you, just you need to calm down," she told me as she helped me steady my breathing and my heart rate.
"I'm really new to your case, but what I know is five months ago," the nurse started, "You were brought here after two of our old nurse found you in an alleyway after being, well, violated. You went into surgery and you were fixed up nice and perfect. About a month later, we found out that you were pregnant with twins. Your family decided not to terminate the pregnancy, but a few months in, you had a miscarriage and the little boy died, but the girl is still nice and healthy. I don't know who baby girls' father is, but I believe that your family knows."
Everything that she said sounded exactly how I remembered it.
"So, I'm pregnant?" I asked and she nodded. "And I've been in a coma for the past five months?" She nodded again. "And everything that's happened that I remember since the alleyway was all just a dream?" I asked and I got a response from the person standing at the door.
"You're correct," this forty some year old man said. "Hi, I'm Doctor Patel," he said as he walked in my room and shook my hand. "I believe this young lady has explained everything to you?" he asked as he gestured to the nurse and I nodded. "Good. Now, you're family and friends are on their way here. Would you like for me to have them sent in as soon as they get here?"
"Okay, Cassy, why don't you go and wait for everyone? I'm sure they'll be here soon," he said to the nurse who stood up and left the room, closing the door behind her. "So Brittany," he said, turning to me. "I have some questions for you."
"Shoot," I said and he nodded, looking at his clipboard.
"What is your first and last name?"
"What's your mother's name?"
"What's your dad's name?"
"Jeffrey Tom, and my step-dad's name is Bobby Horan."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Yeah, I have two step brothers."
"What day is it?" he asked and I shook my head.
"I don't really know."
"Month?" he asked and I just shrugged.
"Two thousand and fourteen."
"What's the last thing that you remember?"
"That's a tricky question."
"Well, throughout this whole coma thing, I've been dreaming."
"Most coma patients do."
"So, do you mean the last thing that I remember from the dream world or from the real world?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Both is fine."
"I remember walking down a street, and then getting drugged for the real world, and from the dream world, I remember dying," I said and blushed slightly.
"How did you die?" he asked.
"I killed myself and died in Louis' arms."
"Louis Tomlinson?" he asked and I blushed again and nodded.
He smiled. "I like that boy. He's a nice kid. I can tell that he really loves you."
"What?" I asked and smiled as well. "Really."
"Yeah, the boy is beyond smitten with you. He comes to visit practically every week, which for him is hard since he's on tour and everything."
"I have a question," I said and the doctor nodded for me to continue. "Is Louis the father of my baby?" I asked as I rested a hand on my stomach.
"Why do you think that?" He asked and I gave a half-hearted shrug.
"Well, I don't really know. He was in my dream, but I dreamt of somethings that weren't true. So is he?"
"Yes, he is. But I'm curious. What did you dream about that wasn't possible?"
"I dreamt that I was a vampire and I killed my best friend. Also that both of my babies died. But what I really want to know is why I dreamt that I killed myself."
"Well, for the vampire thing, you should probably ask one of the many people that came and visited you, because they might've said something that triggered you to dream it. I'm not quite sure about why the babies died, but I'm pretty sure I know why you killed yourself in your dream."
"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"When it comes to coma patients, there are many ways for them to wake up, that is, if they do wake up. Some people don't even dream. Some people wake up as if they were waking up from a normal dream. And some people wake up when they die in their dream."
"That's fucked up," I said and the doctor nodded.
Then, I heard a commotion outside of the hospital room's door.
As my mother and Meghan walked into my room, the doctor walked out. They ran over to me and hugged me.
"Oh my god, you're awake!" Meghan yelled.
"I've been so worried about you," Mum added.
"Guys, back off, I'm fine," I said as I moved their arms from around me.
"I really don't know what I'm supposed to say," Mum admitted as she wiped tears from her eyes.
"How about you two just tell me how you've been?" I suggested and they both nodded.
"Well, Bobby and I are renting an apartment just across the street and we've been visiting you everyday."
"And I'm taking university online and I'm living with your mother and Bobby, but I go and visit the lads all the time, and they're always here visiting you."
"Where are the boys?" I asked and Meghan chuckled.
"The nurse said that only two of us could be in here at a time, and we got into a little argument, but your mum and I won since we've know you longer."
"How have the lads been?"
"They've been a complete handful," Meghan admitted. "I don't know how you take care of them. They're complete idiot! Like, I already knew that, but since I go and visit them all the time, I've realized how they are proper idiots."
"I've realized it too," Mum added. "When we got the call that you were awake we were all talking in the living room, and as soon as I told them, they all ran out and Harry left his child behind."
I chuckled at that. "He would do that."
The three of us talked for about thirty minutes before my mother decided to go and call the family and tell them the good news.
"Mrs. Julie," Meghan said as Mum was walking out of the room, "Can you do me a huge favor?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Can you not tell them that Brittany is completely okay? Can you tell them that she's dazed or confused or something?" Meghan asked and I was curious at what she was getting at, so I stayed quiet.
"Of course, as long as it's okay with Britt," she said and I nodded.
"Yeah, it's fine."
"Oh, and can you also make sure that the next person to come in isn't Louis."
"I'm pretty sure that Niall will make sure he's the next one to come and see Brittany."
"Welcome," she replied and walked out of the room.
"What are you doing?" I asked Meghan and she just chuckled evilly.
Within a minute there was an Irish boy hugging the life out of me.
"I've missed you so much!" he yelled in my ear and I pushed him away.
"Niall, don't yell in my ear," I told him and he just chuckled.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm so excited to talk to you! You've been out of commission for the past five months!"
"Niall," I said and put my hands on his shoulders, "I need you to calm down. Meghan has something that she needs to say."
"What?" Niall asked and Meghan chuckled.
"I have a plan."
"Okay, so, to start this out I feel like I should inform you that once you leave the hospital, you have to pretend to date Louis," Meghan said and I gave her a confused look.
"Well, the lads and I came up with a lie about where you've been. We said that you and Louis have been dating since the beginning of tour and that you got pregnant, and also that you've became really ill and you were shipped off to a hospital. We had to mention something about a hospital because there's been a lot of pictures of us going to one, and the fans thought that one of us were sick, so we decided to throw you under the bus since you were in a coma," Niall explained.
"Anyways," Meghan said before Niall could say anything else, "I've came up with an amazing plan to screw with Louis."
"Why would I want to screw with him?" I asked and Meghan just shrugged.
"I don't know. It's always fun to mess with him and make his life harder than it needs to be."
"But, if I mess with him without a good reason, I'm going to feel like a bitch, so I need a reason."
"He got you pregnant," Niall said and I nodded.
"That's a good enough reason. Proceed."
"Okay, so, you're going to fake memory loss. I've read that memory loss is a side effect of being in a coma for a long period of time, and most times it's just temporary, but sometimes it's primate. We can use either for this plan."
"I'd prefer it to be short term."
"Okay. We'll tell the other lads what's happening and we can have them help out with it. ."
"But what about me having to pretend to date Louis?"
"That's were this whole plan of mine started. By you faking memory loss, you and Louis can have a clean slate and you two can get to know each other all over again and then end up dating for real and falling in love, which everyone knows is going to happen no matter what because Louis has admitted to all of us that he's in love with you, and we all know that you like Loui-."
"No I don't," I intrupted and Niall and Meghan just looked at me and I sighed. "Okay, I do."
"When Louis notices that you have memory loss, he's probably going to run back to the lads and I who will be waiting in the waiting room, and I will have already explained everthing to them."
"What are you telling them?"
"I'm going to let them know that you are okay, and what we're going to do is convince Louis to ask you out, for real."