Her emerald green eyes snapped open as she heard a shout from the other side of the room.<span style="font-style: italic">Great</span>she thought, rolling her eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">That stupid coma guy is probably awake now. This is no good. I liked the peace.</span>A hand ran through her light brown locks of hair that reached to the end of her shoulder blades. She was just listening to everything that was going on across the curtain. That's the way she got her information. She then thought back to the day when he was brought in.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>"No," flatly stated the girl. "I'm not sharing my room with some idiot."<br/><br/>The nurse sighed. "He's in a coma, Katrina. We have to put him in here. There is<span style="font-style: italic">literally</span>no where else where we can put him."<br/><br/>"Well that really sucks for him because I'm not sharing my room," demanded Katrina. She flashed a glare into the nurse's eyes. The nurse shivered, signaling to Katrina that she was in charge. However, the squeak of wheels reached the brunette's ears as he was pushed into her room. Katrina's eyes shot to the male. God, did he look like he had been to hell and back. Not like she cared. Her glare to the nurse continued, "I don't want him here. He'll wake up and ruin my day."<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Boy, was she right. The nurse's yelling woke her up, ruining her dream. It was a nice dream. She could run, actually run without dying. While it seemed like an odd dream, Katrina's fingers from her left hand subconsciously moved to the wire connecting her to her portable heart monitor via her right arm. In her right hand was an inhaler. Funny what her life became after she was attacked and shot. Living in a hospital waiting for a heart and lungs was not what she planned her life to be. She was in college, trying to learn. And then her mom was in an accident and then she was in an accident. Oh what the fates seemed to have planned for her.<br/><br/>When Haydon's monitor went off that was about when Katrina had had enough of his and his revival. She pushed herself up and out of bed. She pressed the inhaler into her mouth, sucking in the medicine before she was about to rant out this guy. She was not going to stop in the middle just to get some medicine. She waited a minute until Lana left before she swiped the curtain out of her way in one quick movement.<br/><br/>"Oi, listen up here, Haydon was it?" began Katrina. "You and your stupid awaking just woke me up. Now would you be so kind as to fall back into your stupid coma and leave my life! I knew, I knew the day they brought you into here, you'd be trouble and ruin my day. And look, you have. You just don't get it do you? There was order, and I was the top. And then you came and they shoved you in here and then someone thought I wasn't in charge. Well let me just tell you that I am. So slip back into that damned coma of yours!"<br/><br/>Katrina then used the inhaler once again, feeling dizzy. God, did it take a lot of breath for her to yell at him. Her lungs just didn't have the capacity at the moment to hold up to that as often as she would have liked. She fell back onto the bed, panting heavily. Her face turned a shade of red someone would normally get from running. Her chest ached from the tension that she had put on it. Never the less, she glared at him even through the pain that was welding up in her.