Hell in Hollywood * 17

Hell in Hollywood * 17 (Joe's POV) Miley came back and told me it was my turn to go in. I started to get really nervous, what if Demi didn't wake up and she stayed in a coma? I couldn't let that happen, she has to wake up. I entered her hospital room, which was pretty nice, and sat down at the chair right beside her bed. I held her hand and traced against the hot pink cast around her arm, all the way up to her elbow. I gently lifted her arm and pressed my lips to each of her fingers. "Please wake up, Dem. Please." I begged, placing her hand back beside her on the bed, but maintaining my gentle grasp on it. "I'm sorry..for everything. I shouldn't have made you feel bad without letting you explain..I shouldn't have made you feel bad regardless. I care about you so much, more than just a boss..you're my best friend. My only real friend. And I love you. Please wake up." I rested my head in my arms and listened to Demi's quiet breathing, with help from the ventilator. The sound of beeping woke me up in a frenzy, but it was just the doctor's running some tests on Demi. I looked at the clock..I had slept for almost three hours. I wonder if Miley's still here? "Is everything okay?" I asked one of the nurses. "Yes, wonderful actually. She's doing very well. She just fell back asleep." "Wait what? Fell back asleep? She woke up?!" I questioned, sitting up straight and habitually grabbing Demi's hand. "Oh, I'm sorry I thought you knew. Yes, she woke up and drank some water, had a bit ...

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