This chapter is Layla's perspective. The unexpected happens in this chapter. Hope your liking it. Enjoy and thanks.
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I had fallen asleep in the bedside chair still holding on to Richards hand. I felt him twitch his finger last night and it woke me with an excitement I'd never felt before, what if he was awake, I didn't want to miss it. I sat up and looked at his eyes to see if they were open, unfortunately they stayed closed all night hopefully he was asleep and he'd be up by morning. I had fallen back asleep and woken about three times last night alone and I did that everyday that I slept here. I woke from the feeling that rich a.k.a Richard had woken and from nightmares. I feared the most that rich wouldn't wake up and that I did all of everything for nothing. No matter how much I told myself this I forced myself to believe he would wake up again. Since the day he was rushed into this room till now two weeks later I fought to keep him on life support and alive. I had lost almost 15 pounds in the wait only eating oatmeal and granola bars twice a day if that. Water was all I drank and only two glasses a day. I always ordered a glass of milk and a glass of water for rich, I would get a dropper and drop little streams of water down his throat everyday so when he woke up his throats wouldn't be dry and he'd be able to speak clearly. This made me so excited and nervous like always. The doc had said I was insane to keep him going but I knew he would wake up I just knew it.
