Chrisy, I miss you

Dear Chrisy,

It's almost Christmas and I'm sitting in Chelsea's hospital room writing this. The poor girl woke up from her coma the day before I got here, but she's been to tired to do much except sleep. She glanced up when I walked in and whispered, "I'm sorry," before she closed her eyes. She'll live, but just barely. Thank God. A Christmas miracle.

Ellen is really upset about the accident, and she blames herself for not trying to get Chelsea help earlier. I don't think anyone really realized how serious her problems were. Mum is, surprisingly, very calm about the whole situation, and she's been trying to calm Ellen down. I think the accident made her open her eyes a little bit. I wonder how long it will last.

I told Chelsea I'll stay in London with her as long as she needs me, so I'll likely not be getting home until some time after New Year's day. I wish you were here to tell me that everything was going to be all right, and to help reassure Ellen. The poor girl's almost more stressed out than she can bear.

Merry Christmas,


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