Do You Remember Love?

Chapter 2: Awake

Melissa's POV

As I start to wake up, it feels like my head is about to explode. I have a massive headache. I open my eyes in a rush, but quickly shut them again after a bright light nearly blinds me. I feel very disoriented and I can't seem focus on anything. I take a deep breath and slowly open my eyes again more prepared for the lights. I blink as they come into focus. I try to turn my head slightly, but the pain is unbearable and I let out a yelp.

I hear some sort of shuffling, but my ears, like the rest of me, don't seem to be working and the sounds feel very far away and muffled.

Then I feel a squeeze my arm, and I try to wriggle free. But my arm feels numb and disconnected from my body, really all of my limbs feel this way.

I then feel a slight poke in my arm, but that too feels numb. Then a deep calm washes over me and I slip back into the nothingness that I had awoken from.

Evan's POV

As soon I see her eyes open, joy floods me and I sit and stare. Everything seems to be in slow motion as a series of things happen.

After about a millisecond, Melissa squeezes her eyes shut tightly again, and I worry that she will fall back into the coma. Her parents and I stare in shock and amazement. Just when are beginning to lose hope she opens her eyes again. Though, when she tries to turn her head to look around, a spasm runs through her body. She then returns to her original position, taking hard uneven breaths.

At that moment a nurse comes rushing in, I hadn't even noticed that Mrs. Grant had called because I can't take my eyes away from Melissa. The nurse quickly checks something on Melissa's monitor, then a concentrated look takes over her face as she grabs a long needle and attaches it to a bottle of some kind of medication. She then grabs the top of Melissa's arm and starts to push the needle against her skin.

I reach out and stop her, "No! You can't use that giant thing on her" I yell.

She turns to me and gives me a very cross look, clearly not liking that I distrusted her work.

"She won't feel a thing," she says to me scowling, as she turns back and pushes the needle point into Melissa's arm.

I stand and stare as Melissa's body seems to relax and go into a sleep state once again.

Oh no! Just when I thought she was coming back to me, I lost her yet again.

I vaguely hear the nurse talking to the Grants behind me. I turn around when I realize that I too need to know what's happening.

As I walk over, I only catch the end of the conversation.

"This is a very good sign that Melissa is going to be alright. But her body has not yet become strong enough. Which is why she had to be put under again before she hurt herself. Although, her vital signs are stable and she could wake again as soon the medicine wears off. If that is the case, contact me again and I will assess her condition and decided if she is able to stay awake or need to be put under again."

This worries me. How long will it be until she can even turn her head? I wish that she didn't have to be put under with whatever drugs they are using, but I do understand that it is to help her. It's so hard seeing her this way. She's usually so lively and happy, but now she lays motionless and pale.

The nurse checks Melissa's monitors one last time and then exits the room.

Mrs. Grant turns to her us and and starts sobbing into his shoulder. I'm not even sure if these are happy tears or sad tears. We are all feeling a mix of emotions.

After the three of sit and watch Melissa again for about 20 minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Grant leave to go home to take a quick shower and get some food.

"We'll be back very quickly, dear," Mrs. Grant says to me before they leave," if there are any changes in her condition at all call us right away."

"Of course." I reply.

I am in the same position when they come back about 2 hours later. I hadn't even realized how much time had gone by. In my world time has stopped until I am able to see Melissa's beautiful smile again.

"Oh Evan!" Mrs. Grant says as she walks in," You've been up for hours! You should really get some rest."

"I can't leave her," I say, and it really is true.

"Here," Mr. Gent says and walks over to the bed," I'll stay right here while you go and get some sleep."

He looks very set on doing that so I agree. But I will not leave the room, so I get up and stretch slightly, I hadn't realized how tense I had been, then I go to the couch in the corner of the room and lay down.

It feels good to stretch out on the couch even though it is much to small. I watch as Mrs. Grant pulls a chair right next to her husband and sits down, leaning her head on her shoulders.

It reminds of a time when Melissa had just gotten back from 3 weeks of summer camp. She was exhausted, but we both missed each other so much that we had to see each other right away. So we meet at our usual picnic spot, and sat in the grass on a blanket I brought. For the first half hour, Melissa talked nonstop about how much fun she had and all the things that she did. But after awhile she slowed down and leaned her head on my shoulder. It was so peaceful. We just stayed that way for a while. She dozed off eventually, and when the sun started to set I knew that I needed to get her home. I didn't want to wake her so I scooped her up in my arms and carried her bridal-style to the car where I carefully laid her on the back bench seat of my car. She stayed a sleep the whole time even when we arrived at her house. So I carried her again up to her bedroom and placed her on her bed. I stayed for a while and just watched her as she slept.

As these memories fill me I start to feel the tiredness that comes with getting no more than 3 hours of sleep a day for weeks. And soon I drift off, having dreams of picnics with Melissa.

A/N

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