• Wires exploded from the girl. She looked as though someone had turned her into a computer hard drive she had so many wires attached to her. An army of machines surrounded her, all beeping continuously, making sure that even if there wasn’t a person there she wasn’t alone.
    Her face was pale. Golden curls lay spread out across the pillow, creating a mane. A clear oxygen mask rested over her peach coloured lips. Her eyes were shut, as though she were sleeping. But with her snow princess complexion she looked dead. Only the occasional flicker of her eyelids and the slight movement of her chest as she breathed were the only signs she was alive.
    A doctor walked into the room. Her eyes had large bags under them and her face was worn. She walked over to one of the monitors and stared at the screen for about ten seconds. She adjusted a knob on another machine and pressed a green button before turning around. Her expression was grim as she started to speak.
    “Things aren’t looking good,” she said. “Though she hasn’t got any worse, she isn’t showing any signs of improvement.” I sighed.
    “But you’ll keep her on life support? At least until you can get hold of her family?” I pleaded. For some reason, the safety of this girl was crucial to me. I felt an overwhelming urge to protect her. I knew that in the modern medical world, many people were against life if it was only due to life support. I knew that this girl was currently only alive due to life support. I knew that she was unlikely to come out of this coma. I knew that I shouldn’t have had any interest in her; I didn’t even know her name. Yet still, I wanted the doctors to give her a chance.
    “Fine,” the doctor replied. “But if the worst comes to the worst, you may have to sign the papers, Mr...?”
    “Thompson, Nic Thompson.”