Page 75 of Always Meant To Be

I try to open my eyes, but they won't work. Why won't they open? Why can't I move?

What happened to me?

"It's been three weeks since your papa called, three weeks you've been in a coma. Everyone misses you,shmel. Please, wake up," he whispers, the beeping phasing out with his voice, darkness taking over as fear overtakes me.

"Mamma, come on," the little boy giggles again, the bright sun blinding me once more.

Slowly, I stand and look down to see no bump, my blue maxi dress is hugging my curvy figure. I look up again in shock, my eyes making contact with the little boy’s.

Striking blue one's glint with happiness, and tears build in mine.

He grins, holding his little hand out to me, his black hair falling over his eyes, "Come, Mamma, I wanna play…."

"Elena…” a voice whispers.

Beep, beep, beep….

No, I want to return to the little boy, please….

"We need you to wake,sorella…" another voice pleads.

Leonardo?

"Why won't she wake up, Leo?" a voice I recognize as Holly's cries.

"I don't know,angelo," he replies as I feel pressure on my right hand.

They sound so sad….

I try to squeeze my hand, but my body won't comply, and fear builds again.

What happened to me?

Where am I?

"She needs to wake up, Leo. If she doesn't…." Her words trail off, and Leonardo finishes, "We'll lose Romeo. I know,angelo, I know."

The pressure builds on my hand as a new fear rises, and worry hits.

Romeo….

"Why don't you wanna play, Mamma?" the little boy asks, and I look his way. He tilts his head, and instantly, he looks like Rome.

From the blue eyes and the pointed nose, to the expression on his face.

He's looking at me like I'm his world.

"Are you still tired, Mamma?" he asks, and I go to speak, but nothing comes out, my voice not working.

The little boy grins. "Let's go play on the swings, Mamma, come on…."

He runs off into the distance, and I go to take a step, but everything goes black….

"He won't come in the room…" a new voice mutters, a voice I believe is Mama's.

"I know. We've tried, but he can't bring himself to come in here," Mamma Russo replies, sadness in her voice.

Who won't come in the room?Whatroom?