You Had To Be There

Chapter 7

<several hours later>
FAITH's POV:
Tim's mom has come and taken the girls home to bed because it's late, but I won't sleep until I know that Tim is ok. The police have informed me that they want to speak with Tim the moment he wakes up. I've been sitting at his bedside for I don't know how long now, and I keep thinking back to all our wonderful memories we've made and how lucky I am to have him. His face is pale and his cheeks are sunken, but he's still the most beautiful man I've ever seen. I love him so much. "Baby, please wake up. We need you."
TIM's POV:
As I slowly wake, it's as if I'm coming out of a tunnel. At first I can't feel anything, and I can only form fleeting thoughts. They gradually piece together and I remember that I'm in a hospital. Slowly I begin to regain sensation and I try to open my eyes. I feel someone squeeze my hand and as the blurred image in front of me begins to sharpen I realize it's Faith. I speak hoarsely, "Baby... You're... here..."
"Tim, of course I'm here. You're going to be okay, don't worry. The doctors are taking good care of you."
I try to squeeze her hand back but I'm still too weak. "Faith, what happened? Why? Who would do this?"
"Tim, I don't know... You didn't see who did it?"
"I don't remember anything... I only remember waking up and trying to call you."
"Do you remember who you were with? Why were you at the farm?"
"I was where? Why was I...? I wasn't at the studio? My God, Faith, why can't I remember anything about today?" I start to feel panicked and my heart rate increases.
"Tim, honey... It's ok. This is probably normal." She rests her hand on the side of my head and her touch magically makes me calm. "It's all going to be alright. You're going to be fine and that's all that I care about."
We sit in silence for a while as I try to remember anything about the day. I want to remember. I want to know who did this, but I can't even remember leaving the house in the first place.  Finally Faith says, "The police wanted to talk to you as soon as you woke up.
"You can..." I get light headed and pause for a moment. "You can tell them to come in if you want."
"Baby, you're still too weak. Besides if you don't remember then there's not much use in them questioning you right now. Why don't you try to rest and maybe you'll remember more later."
"Yeah, ok... Just... Stay with me, please."
"I'm not going anywhere."
FAITH's POV:
I'm so glad that Tim is doing better but it's so hard seeing him this way. It scares me that he doesn't remember anything. I really want answers. For that matter, so do the police, but I'm not going to put him through the stress of dealing with the them right now. They can wait. Tim getting better is the most important thing. I gently run my finger tips through his hair and then rub the back of my fingers over his cheek as he falls back to sleep. I then sit for a long time with both of my hands wrapped around one of his, just listening to him breathe and watching his chest rise and fall. He's my whole world. He's my rock, my anchor, and I couldn't imagine my life without him.