Two Years Later
Lizzy
"Come on Lizzy," Nick shouted. I just rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms, refusing to move. "Lizzy, honey, don't you want to get better and go home, I know you can do this."
"Come on honey, please." Mom pleaded.
I took a deep breath and finally gave in, I grabbed the bars and pulled myself to stand. Life had not ended up the way I had planned, the night of my accident was almost the end of it all for me, and from what I could gather, for six months after that it was hit and miss, on whether I would make it or not. When I finally opened my eyes, I was surprised to find myself hooked to every machine one could think of and tubes running down my throat and nose. They had to induce another coma for a few days to slowly wean me off the mac
