The Coma Doll のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

First day at Serenity Hills—the fanciest care center in Rivera City.The Head Nurse—Ms. Deinert—didn't waste time."Vivian, Ms. Stein's high-priority. Rich family. Just do the basics. Don't snoop, stay quiet in her room, and don't touch the music box. She loved it before the coma."I nodded like a good little rookie.Then I saw Sienna Stein for the first time. Laid out in bed, pale and still—yet she looked like she belonged on a red carpet.The first month was a snoozefest.Same routine: clean her, stretch her limbs, deal with waste, swap out her IV. She never moved. Never made a sound.I got used to the silence. Forgot all about Ms. Deinert's initial warning.Then came that day.I rolled the treatment cart in, ready to switch her IV. Grabbed the bag—and froze.Something felt off.The label said it clear as day: Glucose.My stomach dropped.Why the hell was it glucose?I knew I hadn't messed up—I grabbed the special IV nutrition from the pharmacy every single day. No slip

After finding the hardtack and protein bar, I barely slept.Every time I shut my eyes, I pictured her ripping one open the second I left—just lounging, snacking, like the whole coma thing was a joke.The next few days, I tried to act normal, but walking into her room felt like wading into thick air. I started watching her—waiting for a slip.One afternoon, while rubbing her foot, I pressed harder near her sole. Her toes curled. Just a twitch—but real. She froze again fast, like nothing happened. But I knew.After that, I'd whisper during bed baths, "Ms. Stein, I know you're faking. If I'm right, give me a sign."Nothing. Not even a blink.But her breathing hitched—just enough to keep me hooked.The next day, her parents came.Desmond Stein looked every inch the power exec—tailored suit, eyes that missed nothing. Matilda had this effortless, polished grace, like she walked out of a lifestyle magazine.They always showed up with fancy supplements and flowers, smiling for the sta

I stumbled back and hit the floor, my voice shaking. "Why are you doing this? Don't you get you're playing with fire?""Playing with fire?" She rolled her shoulders and sat up. "Compared to the hell they were about to throw me into, this is nothing.""Who? What hell?""My parents." Bitterness dripped off every word. "They were gonna marry me off to some rich kid with cerebral palsy. Their company needed a bailout. He can't even care for himself. Marrying him meant life in a cage—like being a widow before I even lived."I just froze. Someone like her—glamorous, untouchable—carrying that kind of secret?"So you faked the coma?""What else was I supposed to do?" Her voice sharpened. "I tried everything—refusing, starving myself, even thought about ending it. They never let up. Only way out was making myself useless."She snapped a piece of hardtack, calm as ever. "I staged the crash. Figured if I went full coma, they'd finally stop. But they didn't. They just found new ways to milk

In the days after, Sienna played her recovery game. First single words, then short sentences. Her body went from stiff as stone to wobbling on her feet with my help.Every step lit Desmond and Matilda up. They spoiled her nonstop, saying yes to everything.Sienna played it smooth, using her "recovery" to set up the endgame. She'd drop hints about things she'd wanted before the coma—trips, food cravings—and her parents always delivered.Then came the soft worries. That her body might never heal. That she might not have security. Matilda teared up every time, promising her comfort."Sienna, don't worry. Your father and I have everything prepared. The trust fund in your name is more than enough."Exactly what Sienna was fishing for.One afternoon, she lay pale in bed and whispered, "It's almost time."My dad's study—safe behind the east wall bookshelf. Code's my birthday plus my parents' anniversary. The authorization papers are inside."Tomorrow, I'll get us to the house. When we

"Yes, baby. You waking up is already the greatest gift we could ever ask for." Matilda clutched her hand, eyes raw and wet.Sienna smiled sweetly. "To celebrate my recovery—and to thank you for everything—I want to use part of my trust fund to buy you a big gift."Desmond and Matilda traded a glance, something sour flashing in their eyes."Sienna, just you saying that is enough. That money's your future. How could we take it?" Desmond's voice oozed fake reluctance."Dad, don't hold back with me. You've already sacrificed so much. The company even struggled because of my illness. Let me do something for the family." Her reasoning was airtight.With her "insistence," they gave in. Sienna slid out the authorization form and paperwork, guiding them through the signatures.Pens scratched. Her lips curved, barely a smile. Everything was falling into place.But before they could stand, the door flew open.Ms. Deinert walked in pale, flanked by security and two cops."Desmond Stein. M