~ michael's pov ~
hospitals. they're awful places. nobody ever seems to smile - it's almost as if people here are dying.
i stared at the beautiful woman lying beside me, and watched her chest rise and fall with every breath. there was a drip in her arm, and a bandage around her head. she had only just gotten out of surgery to stop the internal bleeding, and it was all my fucking fault.
i looked down at the cast on my left wrist, and looked back at her, asking myself why it wasn't me in a coma. why wasn't it me who had been hit the worst, she didn't deserve this. but i did. i took my eyes off the god damn road just to look at her for a few seconds, and now she's the one paying for my reckless mistake. i deserve to be where she is.
"athena," i sighed, taking her cold, fragile hand in mine, "baby if you hear this please wake up."
nothing. not even the slightest movement of her fingers. absolutely nothing. it's been like this for two weeks now, every day i come in and ask her to wake up and im left with this. nothing. every fucking day. i sunk back into my chair and closed my eyes.
"sir, i'm sorry but visiting hours are over," the soft voice of a nurse woke me up.
"oh," i whispered, "uhm, okay. i guess ill just come back tomorrow and do the same thing."
"she'll wake up soon, don't worry."
i smiled at the nurse and kissed athena on the forehead, whispering a quick goodbye before leaving. i can't drive because of my wrist, so ashton has been taking me to and picking me up from the hospital every day. i keep telling him he doesn't have to do this, however he just keeps telling me how he'll 'do anything for true love.'
"anything?" he asked as i got in the car.
"no."
"one day, michael. one day," he reassured me, to which i replied with a soft smile and a barely audible sigh.
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well would u look at that it's been like 4 months since i last updated .. oops.
im sorry
