"Where's Thomas? Is he here?" I smiled as I heard Jon calling for me, and ran into the hospital room, stopping by his bedside. His eyes were wide and watery, and he looked so relieved once he saw me.
"It's not your fault," he told me, and I felt my heart break all over again. "It's not your fault. I love you. Will you still be here tomorrow?"
I nodded, smiling as much as I could, kissing him gently.
"I'll always be here," I told him, and he grinned. Jon passed out again, his head lolling to the side, and I bit my bottom lip, holding his hand tightly.
"How long will he be like this?" I asked the nurse, and she glanced up at me, her gaze understanding.
"Hopefully just a few days. A few weeks, possibly. Umm, in the most extreme cases, it has been known to be permanent. But that's highly unlikely."
I nodded slowly, taking the information in as I studied Jon's sleeping form.
He had first woken up two days ago. He had woken up twelve times since then, and each time he told me it's not my fault, and that he loves me. Sometimes he'd also ask why there were bandages all over him, or why everything hurt so much. Usually though, he tells me what he needs to tell me before he passes out again.
Before he does though, he always asks me if I'll still be here tomorrow. I always tell him yes.
I just wished he would remember me telling him though. I was glad he was waking up more often now, but I wanted him to remember waking up previously as well.
I didn't want him to forget that I'd always be here for him. That I'd always love him.
I didn't want him to forget me.
