Story 3 In a coma (part 2)
"Hey beautiful." Caleb whispered, not being able to find the strength in his voice to speak probably. He thought it would be shown as weak, but Hanna didn't mind at all, she was just happy he was awake. That he was alive.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Hanna asked, trying not to choke on her words, and forcing her tears not to fall.
"I'm sore." Caleb whispered back, and noticing the tears swimming in Hanna's eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" Caleb whispered, and Hanna chuckled at him.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Caleb gave her a concerning look, and rubbed his thumb in circles around her hand. Hanna pulled up the chair, extra close to Caleb's bed, and still hanging onto his hand. "Nothing, I'm just really happy, that you're awake." Caleb smiled weakly at her.
"I didn't get a kiss yet." Caleb joked, and Hanna rolled her eyes. Even when he was in the hospital, he wanted a kiss. Hanna bent down, and softly kissed him on the lips. She kissed his forehead, and sat back down on the chair. "That was barely a kiss." Hanna chuckled, and smiled. He smiled as well, and shifted his position slightly, and groaned in pain.
"Does it hurt? Shall I get a doctor?" Caleb chuckled.
"I'm fine, just as long as you get into bed with me." Hanna giggled, and took off her shoes, in fact instead of shoes she was wearing furry slippers, earrings, and jacket. Well, actually in fact Caleb's jacket. She have gave Spencer the key to his apartment, so she brought a shirt, and a jacket, saying: I know you only asked for a jacket, but shirts make you feel better. Hanna climbed into the bed, and Caleb put an arm around her, with much effort.
"I'll get out, if it hurts." She murmured, her face close to his.
"It doesn't hurt, if it did it would be worth it." Caleb whispered. Hanna gently kissed his lips, and he kissed back. She pulled away, a few seconds later.
"I don't want to hurt you. You need to understand that."
"I do understand that, I just want a proper kiss from you."
"Alright, but I need to ask you something after it." Caleb nodded, and moved his head closer to Hanna's. Their lips touched, and Caleb's tongue entered Hanna's mouth. They both pulled away, minutes later, smiling, and breathing heavily.
"What do you need to ask me?" He twirled some of Hanna's straight hair around his finger. She hadn't been home at all, so she couldn't curl it. But, Spencer had thankfully brought a spare change of clothes, and a hairbrush.
"Do you remember anything from Thursday?" A confused look became etched upon Caleb's face, and Hanna sighed.
"You mean yesterday?" Hanna shook her head, but smiled. He hadn't lost his memory, thank god.
"Caleb, you were in a coma for three days, todays Sunday." Hanna said, shakily.
"Oh, right."
"So, do you remember anything?"
"Uh, I remember arriving at a lighthouse, and then racing up the stairs, and I saw Emily crying, but I don't remember what she was crying about. Then it was black."
"You remember that I told you about -A." Caleb nodded, and pressed his pointer finger up to Hanna's trembling lips.
"And I remember that I said I would protect you, and I will protect you from -A until this is all over, and I will always protect you, because I love you, and I never want to lose you. Ever." Caleb said, finding his voice, and cupping Hanna's face in his hands. Hanna nodded, and he wiped away some of her tears. "I mean it, Hanna. Have they given you back my clothes yet, because you bought me those jeans, and I like them?" Hanna chuckled at him, and kissed his nose. Little did she know, Caleb needed those jeans, a promise ring was in there. He was going to give it to her later that night, but then that happened, but he still had to give it to her. No matter what happened.
