Love On Camera || Janiel Fanfiction

XXXVIII: Husbands... Or Somefting (III)

(Joey's POV)

"When is he going to wake up?" I asked worriedly while pacing the small room. The doctor left Daniel, Shane and I alone and I immediately started to panic.

"She said he is in a coma...it may be a while." Shane said and tried to pull me to sit. I shook him off and continued pacing.

"So like...a few hours?" I asked trembling, knowing it would be a lot longer. Shane flashed me an apologetic smile.

"Joey..." He didn't need to say anything else. I knew that he was going to tell me that it would be matter of days, weeks, maybe months before he wakes up...or...if he wakes up.

'No! Joey stop thinking like!' I scolded myself. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't feel in control of my body anymore and my heart beat quickened. The room felt as if it were closing in on me and my head began to spin. I took my suit jacket off but could still feel beads of sweat dripping down my cheek. I paced nervously once again over to an empty wall and slid my back down it until I was sitting on the floor. I hugged my knees and buried my head as I sobbed into my lap.

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The past two weeks have been hell.

Every day I would visit Daniel. Some days even twice. I couldn't bear the thought of going an entire 24 hours without seeing him, even though he just lied there. I constantly tell him how much I love him and how much I miss him. In my heart I felt as if he could hear me even though he never responded.

Each day he looked slightly better. His bruises grew fainter and his scars began to heal. But one thing stayed the same; he was still in a coma. I hoped and prayed for weeks that he would be okay.

"I can't take this any longer." I whispered to myself in the lonely familiar room. My hand was intertwined with Daniel's as I sat in a chair beside his bed. I felt as if I couldn't possibly cry any more, yet one single tear escaped from my eye.

The viewers are concerned. I haven't posted on YouTube or social media since the wedding. I wouldn't be surprised if they all thought I was dead. I practically am. The last few weeks have been gray and depressing. Every day dragged on and it became a struggle to get out of bed.

I squeezed Daniel's hand harder, just wanting to feel something. No reaction. What was I expecting?

I let go of his hand and started to lose hope. I buried my head in my hands and sobbed for what felt like hours. The sun outside the window began to set and the hospital grew quieter.

I got up and stood over his bed, looking down at his seemingly lifeless body. His chest slowly moved up and down as the heart monitor beeped showing the only sign of life. The bed was large so I crawled beside him and held him between my arms.

Tears continued to fall as I gasped for a breath. I held onto him and shook his arm, pleading. My loud sobs filled the room and were probably audible from across the hall.

"Please...p...p-please...please..." I choked out as tears dripped from my cheek. I didn't know who I was pleading to but I just wanted someone to take this all away. I just want to redo that night so that none of this would happen. I would do anything for Daniel to be okay.

I felt something move between my hands and immediately froze. My vision was blurred with tears so I wiped them quickly with my sleeve and looked at the boy lying next to me. My gaze was met with a pair of bright eyes looking up at me.

"Daniel!" I practically yelled. Confusion spread across his face. "J-Joey...?" He said quietly in a raspy voice. I began sobbing into his shoulder. "You're alive!...Are you okay?" I asked, as he flinched in pain from my hold on him. He gazed deeply into my eyes and I could feel every emotion he could at that time.

"As long as I'm with you...always."