Wishful Thinking

Chapter Twenty Nine - Into The Lion's Den

There was a moment there where I thought I heard Arthur, my head sprang up like it was on a spring but there was no change. Arthur still had his head on the pillow, the heart monitor beeping at it's normal rate. I probably just imagined it. But no, "Arthur?" I whispered, my voice would probably crack if I talked any louder.

"Hey." Arthur whispered back, his fingers twitching.

For a moment I didn't believe it, for a moment I sat there staring at him try to sit up. "Arthur, are you?" I mumbled.

"I need a little help here." He wheezed.

"Oh my god, ARTHUR!" I screamed, throwing myself over him.

Arthur yelped in pain but I was too overwhelmed with joy that I didn't hear him, I just lay half on the bed and half off. I threw my arms around his neck and felt him place his on my back. "You're awake." I whispered.

"Not for long." He groaned.

"Oh!" I scrambled off him and back into the chair, a goofy smile spreading from ear to ear. Then I remembered why I was, why we were, here in the first place. I punched Arthur lightly on the chest, "You idiot! How could you scare us like that?"

Arthur rubbed the place I punched him and laid back down, obviously feeling some pain. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah well sorry won't cut it, mister."

Arthur laughed, "I am sorry, I just walked on without thinking."

"Were you drunk? Because if you were I swear to God I'll dumpy your sorry ass."

"Oh really?" even in a hospital with like five broken bones he still had the confidence to be snarky.

"How could you make me worry like that? How could you make all of us worry like that?"

"All of you?"

Now it was my turn to be snarky, "Yeah, remember, you have a family you know."

Arthur grimaced, "Right, I guess I'll have to deal with them now."

"Too right."

"How long was I, how long have I been?"

"Unconscious? About a week."

"But we'd already had a week of holiday, wait, aren't you supposed to be in America?!"

"Arthur," I giggled, "You don't need to worry about me, you're the one in a hospital bed."

"Yeah, right, but aren't you-?"

"Yes, but I blew this week off because my idiot of a boyfriend decided to get hit by a car." I don't really know why I was joking, I guess it was because it helped ease the situation? "Never, never do that again okay?"

Arthur smiled his devilishly handsome one, that he knew melted my heart, and placed a hand on the side of my face, cupping it. "Alright, just for you."

Our eyes linked and we shared a moment, before the door burst open and Iris burst in. "Arthur!" she yelled, running to his bedside and doing just what I did minutes before.

"Oof." Arthur groaned, his hand dropping.

"I'll go get Kenzie." I said, wanting to give them a moment, she was his mother after all.

I pushed the door open and the bright white corridor seemed a bit too bright, or maybe it was just because I was so happy. Arthur had finally woken up, he'd finally come back. And all my doubts, all my worries, were now being washed down the plughole. Thank the friggin' lord. Arthur's dad looked up as I entered the waiting area, it seemed he spent most of his time here now. In fact, I don't think I'd ever seen him go and see Arthur. He saw me coming and stood up, a worried look passing over his face. Kenzie stood by his feet, "What's going on, is he alright?" he asked panicked.