Forever and Always

Episode 17

MARI'S POV

I hear knocking on the door, I look up from Flitz's shirt to the nurse.
"He's out of Surgery, he's just resting.
You may come see him." She said as she brought in some crutches.
"Why do I need crutches?" I asked sobbing.
"Your hip ligaments were torn in your calves, we can't have you putting pressure on it" she called as she handed me the crutches.
I don't recall any pain aside from my wrists.?
I don't argue, I grab the crutches and sit up.
She leads me out of my room and down the long hospital hall to one of the very last rooms. I take a deep breath before she opens the door, I see Wes..
I smiled as tears flushed back to my eyes, he has a long tube protruding from his mouth, he is also on an IV and appeared to be asleep.
I hobbled over to the side of his bed whilst the nurse brought me a chair.
I brushed his hair from his eyes, he flinched but I didn't mind.
His cheek was bruised black, same with his lips, arm and neck, I could even see the large white bandage peering through his hospital gown as it wrapped around his torso.
I grabbed his hand and held it close, thinking back to all the times I woke up to his beautiful face smiling, all the living things he did for me.
To the day he said he'd die for me, I began bawling my eyes out onto his bed. I knew I'd be here for a while.
I rested my head facing down into the blanket as I cried, after a few moments I lifted my head up
"you promised you'd be here to protect me" I whimpered "and that's just what you did. But you can't die, you're not done protecting me. I need you." I erupt in a sobbing fit of tears covering my face with my left had as my right was clasping his hand.
"I need you." I sobbed "I love you."
Nurse "I'm sorry, he's slipped into a coma" Nurse Marti calls.
I go silent for a few moments"what? How how long.??" I mutter.
"Hours, days, weeks..... Months." Nurse Marti replies.
"What's gonna happen to him." I ask.
She came over and put her hand on my shoulder.
"When he-" she cuts herself off "IF, he wakes up." I cover my face as I begin to cry more "he will have a very high chance to be open to mental disorders such as PTS and Anxiety." She muttered.
I sobbed louder,
"I need him to be okay" I cried
"I NEED HIM." I huddled my head into his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry." Nurse Marti replied as she pats me on the back and leaves, I glance up at Wes, I can barely make him out-
"Wes." I wheeze "please wake up" I pause "please!" I slightly shook him, to no avail, I just rested my head back on his shoulder.
I lied there for almost a full hour before I felt drowsy, I had officially cried myself to sleep.