Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

RUDE AWAKENING

LAURA

The world came back to me in pieces.

It was different this time.

Less hazy. Less sharp, burning pain. My chest no longer felt like it was being crushed under a bus, and my body-while still foreign and sluggish-wasn't screaming in agony anymore.

I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The bright fluorescent lights, the steady beeping, the sterile scent of antiseptic. A hospital.

I was in a hospital.

Then I saw her.

A beautiful woman sat beside me, her dark hair slicked back into a tight bun, sleek and severe. She had striking features, high cheekbones, and glasses perched perfectly on her nose. She was watching me closely, her expression unreadable, but there was something in her eyes-something calculating like she was assessing every single breath I took.

I tried to ask what her problem was, but nothing came out.

The woman sighed and leaned back, and for the first time, I saw the words stitched onto her coat: Dr. Schneider.

"Don't try to talk," she said, her voice cool, precise. "You can't."

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Her accent was thick, German-clipped and professional-but it was hard to understand, like my brain was struggling to process anything beyond the pounding of my own heartbeat.

Dr. Schneider studied me for a second before continuing, her tone brisk and efficient.

"We have to assess your ability to maintain your own airway and work with the respiratory therapist to regain control of your diaphragm first. Then, we can consider taking you off the ventilator and closing the tracheostomy." My brows furrowed. What?

She must have seen the confusion on my face because her expression softened just slightly.

"The tube in your throat," she clarified, gesturing toward her own neck, "is helping you breathe. We cannot remove it until we are certain you can do so on your own."

my arm, sluggish and disoriented, trying to reach for

It felt like lead.

Heavy. Useless.

normal. My hands were thinner than I remembered, paler, but they were mine. So why did they

muscle tone," she

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day to slow the atrophy of your muscles, but-" she hesitated just slightly before delivering the blow-"three years in a coma is a very

entire body locked

What?

heart monitor beeped faster, my breathing

shallow gasps.

Years.

I wasn't just injured.

I wasn't just sick.

a coma for three

for answers, for memories, for anything to make sense of this, but all I

Ice on the road.

Jess beside me.

lights coming toward

Then-

Nothing.

Three. Years.

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to say something, to scream, to ask-but nothing came

the monitor beside me started beeping louder, a shrill,

Three years.

a coma for

to do something- to push myself up, to speak, to

composed. "Breathe, Laura," she instructed. "Panicking will not help. I know this is overwhelming, but you must