Shawn's POV:
I pace nervously outside of y/n's hospital room, my hands moist with sweat and shaky breaths leaving my lungs quickly and anxiously.
Today is possibly the day
I think to myself, trying to keep up my hopes, for the odds of her waking up from her coma are very high today and I've never been more excited, nor have I been more scared in my entire life.
I take that back, the moment, hell, the second I found out what happened, I have never felt so many emotions slam me at once, and no one should ever have to feel that. Ever.
A nurse calmly walks up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder causing me to stop my movement and look up to see a sympathetic face.
"Y-yes?" I squeak, nerves being too high to talk normally.
"The doctor will be ready soon," she sighs glancing at the floor, "but keep in mind Mr.Mendes that there is a possibility she won't wake up. We'll give her medidicine to hopefully speed up the process but we're not 100% sure it will work."
I squeeze my eyes tightly, furrowing my eyebrows at the familiar, dreaded talk. It's always, "we're not positive it's going to work," i had to hear this 7 times now and 6 of the 7 didn't work.
"Okay I understand," i breathe out, running a hand through my not styled brown locks.
She smiles weakly, notifying me that I can go in and see her, because they say it's good for the patients if they have someone talking to them.
But what they didn't know is that it's also good for me, it makes me feel as if she's sitting up healthy looking at me attentively, absorbing every piece of information I have to tell her.
I place my hand on the cold metal doorknob, slowly opening the door to see y/n pale and small, her eyes lightly closed, as if she was sleeping.
The doctor walks in behind me with a needle holding the medicine that will hopefully wake my girl friend up from her one month sleep.
"Let's see how this works," he says, injecting the fluid inside her arm, me bringing my head down in my hands, holding back tears.
This has to work, it has to.
"Give it about 10 minutes," the doctor pats my shoulder, leaving and closing the door behind him, wanting to give me a moment with y/n if she does wake up.
I can't take it anymore, I begin sobbing, crying harder than I have before, letting emotions out that I've been holding in for far too long.
"God," i cry out, my voice cracking from getting hitched on my wails, "I miss you so much, please wake up."
I bring my head out of my hands and cup her small cold hands with mine bringing them up to my lips as i cry.
"Y/n," i take in a deep breath,"I remember that phone call as if it was yesterday and I can't get over it baby girl. I-i shouldn't have let you leave the house." I wipe the streaming tears falling down my cheeks, my heart breaking a little bit more when I see she's just as lifeless as before.
If only she could wake up instantly, wrapping me in a hug that I've needed for so long. Crying, holding her hand, flashbacks from that day fill my head...
****flashback****
Laying on my couch I feel drowsy, seeing it's almost midnight, but I'm waiting for y/n's arrival back home from dropping her friend off. My phone keeps vibrating with text notifications but I gladly ignore them, thinking that it's probably ian catching me up on the hockey game.
As i turn over on the couch my phone begins to ring so I reach over to answer, "hello?" My voice is groggy from my tired state.
A frantic voice on the other end speaks quickly to me, "is this shawn?"
"Yes.." i say nervously, checking the time again, "who's this?"
"Hello shawn this is a nurse at the front desk of your local lords hospital and I'm sorry to tell you that your girl friend has gotten into a serious car accident involving a drunk driver and is being brought in for surgery now."
Out of pure shock, and not believing what I'm hearing, I drop my phone and fall to my knees realizing that I could lose her.
I could lose everything.
****end of flashback****
"If i knew," i cry into her hand, "that that was going to happen I would have never let you go, this hurts," i reach over for a tissue, trying to collect myself.
The fact that I may never get to experience her hugs again, or her kisses, or even her smile ever makes me want to break down for the second time all over again.
After about 20 minutes a voice comes on over the intercom announcing visiting hours are going to be over in an hour. I sigh knowing that the medicine didn't work, and that they will have to try something else to wake her up.
As I'm about to release her hand, the unthinkable happened. She lightly squeezed one of my fingers, making me leave my chair and drop to my knees.
"Y/n?" I whisper to myself frantically, "please be awake darling please."
She languidly opens her eyes, slowly scanning the room until her eyes land on me, holding her hand and I feel her freeze.
Tears leave my eyes out of happiness as I squeeze her hand back.
"You're awake,"i say crying, holding her hand tighter, "this is amazing."
Y/n slowly pulls her hand away making me confused while she inches away from me to the other side of the bed.
"Doctor," she whispers in search of the red emergency button, "doctor."
"Shhh y/n it's okay it's me," my heart shatters at the sight of her being terrified of my presence.
Just then the thought hit me like a ton of bricks, something that I've been dreading, and praying wouldn't happen.
"You don't remember me do you?" My mouth hangs open.
"W-who are you?"
________________________________________~I wrote this in a rush
~Leah
