( @matt–ford ) Peyton moved back into the room, looking over the bed Matt was in as she let the door close a little behind her. She sighed. “Hey.” Who knew if he could even hear her at this point but she’d always heard people in comas could. Peyton couldn’t believe this had happened. He was fine and then all of a sudden he just… wasn’t. He was gone. Was he gone? She had no idea and nobody seemed to be able to give her a proper answer. Peyton was angry. She was angry at Josh Cox, she was angry at the hospital, she was angry at the world.
“Happy birthday, Matty.” She continued, moving to sit down next to the bed. There were balloons in the room, get well cards from people, but what good was it going to do? Balloons and nice wishes weren’t going to wake her brother up. “Twenty-five… hey, you’re a quarter of the way to a hundred. Old man…” She chuckled but it was a forced sound. Peyton just didn’t feel like she had it in her to portray anything positive. “Mum and dad are here.” She added, feeling stupid because it was almost like talking to an empty room. Speaking with ghosts. He couldn’t answer and she had no idea if he could really hear her or not.
“Oh. You asked about Nina.” Even though she kind of related Nina to what happened now, to where Matt ended up, he’d asked before he fell into the coma for her to get an update on Nina. “She’s fine. She’s just fine.” Peyton sighed, leaning back in the chair, crossing her arms over her front and just looking back at her brother for a few moments. How could this have happened? She was supposed to look out for him and she hadn’t been able to do anything about this. Peyton hated feeling powerless and honestly her rage levels were shooting through the roof. “Everyone’s waiting for you to wake up. So… you gotta wake up, Matty. You gotta open your eyes… please.”