'...sorry I keep coming here...I just...I'm just waiting...you always told me to never give up so...I'm going to keep believing that you'll wake up some day...' I always used to tell (Y/n) how beautiful she looked when he slept, her (y/h/c) hair sprawled in every direction and pink lips slightly parted. She'd always cup her own hands and hold them close to her chest while her fragile legs tangled themselves. When I woke her up, her eyelids would flutter open like a butterflies wings, revealing her energetic (y/e/c) eyes. Whenever she saw me, a faint blush would spread across her cheeks and she'd take her bottom lip between her teeth. "You don't always have to wake me up...I'm a big girl." She'd always tell me, a slight purr in her tone. I'd always run my fingers through her hair, comforting her. I'd always reply, telling her that she looked beautiful when she woke up. She'd always giggle in response and press a warm kiss to my nose.
'Sir, we-'
'I know, I know...' I cut him off, lifting myself off of the usual plastic chair I sat in. I kept myself hunched forward, stuffing my hands in my pockets before shuffling towards the door. 'Bye, (Y/n)...I love you...' I said before leaving the room of my comatosed girlfriend.
'Who is he?' I could hear the nurses talking to each other as I crept out of the 3rd ward that (Y/n) rested in.
'His girlfriend got into an accident and was left in a coma...the poor guy comes around whenever he can to see her.'
I wasn't the poor character they said I was. The poor person was (Y/n), my beautiful baby girl. She was driving out of town to see me and my band preforming when she got into the accident. She was rushed to the hospital while I was sitting on a stage at a fucking venue singing some stupid songs. I didn't find out until the show was over, when it was too late.
I didn't think saying goodbye could ever be so important.
There were days where I could function with (Y/n) in my head. Sometimes I'd hear her talking to me, telling me to step forward and go on with my life. I'd sometimes talk to myself as if she was beside me, I'd even hold my own hand and pretend it was hers. I laid in bed, her pillow beside me as if it were her. I had my arms around the small pillow and the thudding in my chest was becoming more known by the second. I spent countless nights like this, clutching onto the idea of a life. (Y/n) was the only thing that kept me from falling to pieces and it was just a matter of time before I fell apart again. "Why're you crying?" I imagined her asking me.
'I-I'm not...I'm not crying...'
"It doesn't rain inside...what's wrong?" I remembered her voice being so calm and frail. Even with the sudden tears in my eyes, I remembered her like she was there. She was like glass and anything could make her shatter. She had so many cracks but she always kept hanging on because she knew that I needed her.
'I just...don't know how much more I can take.'
"You've made it this far...you deserve to keep going..."
I picked up flowers before going to see (Y/n) again. It was Valentine's Day and she'd love to smell roses in her indecisive death. Pink and red hearts surrounded me where ever I went, only reminding me of what I didn't have. As I crept into the hospital, a painted and depressing smile on my face, I noticed the receptionist was particularly smiley. I decided to brush it off, knowing I'd probably put her off if I asked. I told her the usual "hello" and that I was there to see (Y/n). The moment I said her name, the lady's smile grew even wider. 'Of course, Chris. You know where to go.'
I thanked her as she pushed the large green button that sat behind the desk. I gave her a small wave before clutching onto the bouquet of flowers in my hand and stepping into the hall. I shuffled into the 3rd ward, only to feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. (Y/n)'s curtain was completely open, revealing the nobody in her bed. It was completely empty, her sheets neatly made and pillow resting slightly crooked at the top. Before I stepped closer, I felt a hand on my shoulder. 'She's not in there, she's down in the physical therapy room. She woke up, Chris...' I recognised the voice as being that of the doctor who took cake of about half of the people in the 3rd ward. He was incredibly kind and asked one of the nurses to show me where (Y/n) was. I could barely think straight as I stepped back down the hall and past reception again.
'No, wait I want to see!' The receptionist jumped up from her spot, asking her assistant to take over while she followed me to the specific room. 'I've been waiting for you all morning!' The receptionist excitedly squealed as we went around to the therapy rooms. My heart was racing by the time we made it to the 7th physical therapy room. The receptionist opened the door for us and I could already hear her voice.
'S-Sorry, my ankles are still a bit sore...'
'That's alright, you'll get the hang of it soon enough.' I stepped into the room, my eyes beginning to water at the sight of (Y/n) desperately clutching onto a metal bar, trying her best to stand up. 'Oh, here he is.' The doctor accompanying her smiled happily as (Y/n) turned her head, a slight cracking underneath her skin.
'C-Chris?' Before she could let herself fall, the doctor beside her helped her onto a wheelchair that sat just beside the both of them. 'Y-You're so tall...' I dropped the flowers in my hands just to plop myself right in front of (y/n). I was the perfect height when I was on my knees and soon, I had my head buried in her legs, tears slipping from my eyes like a hose.
'I-I thought I...t-thought I-I'd nev-never see y-you again!' I shouted, my yells muffled by her legs. I felt her cold touch on the back of my head, soothing me down from my tear-driven high. I was almost panting with the lack of air entering my lungs. I was too focused on (Y/n) to even care. 'I-I love you so much! I-I stopped d-drinking like you-like you ask a-and I filled our r-room w-with plushies 'c-cause I know you love so-soft things and-and I-I missed you! I missed you so much!'
'I missed you too, Chris...I could...sometimes hear you when you spoke to me...I would really like to hear your music sometime...'
'I-I'll take you to our concerts! I-I'll do whatever you want! J-Just please never leave me again!' I could hear the hospital workers "awe"ing behind us and even telling (Y/n) about the things I would say about her- how I found her to perfect.
'Just because it's Valentine's Day, we thought we'd let her go today. That does mean you'll have to drive her to therapy every day until she's recovered.' The doctor reminded me as I clung to (Y/n) like her life depended on it.
'O-Of course! (Y-Y/n) did you w-wanna go home?' I asked, lifting my head and letting her dry the tears in my eyes.
'Yeah, lets go home.' She gently smiled at me.
Exactly one year later and I was reminded of why I kept believing (Y/n) and her recovery for so long. She was walking perfectly after six months and she had never been better. I woke her up on our one-year anniversary (or ten years if you think about it). She was clung to me, her fingertips gently pressed against my bare torso. I pressed small kisses to her cheeks and nose until she began to squirm and giggle. 'C-Chris, what're you doing?' She snickered as I pulled her on top of me and planted more warm, loving kisses on her forehead.
'Just making sure you're okay.'
'You always say that.'
'And I always mean it...' I replied, watching as she shifted herself on top of me until her head rested against my chest. 'I love you...so fucking much.'
'We've been together for ten years now and you say it like I don't know that.' She joked.
'You spent seven of those years in a coma...'
'Yeah, I know.' She giggled, sitting up until she was sitting on my pelvis. 'Feels nice to be able to sit up by myself.' She commented.
'No, stay here...' I let out a loud whine, reaching forward and pulling her back down until she was flat on her back and I was on my side, clutching onto her. ''M still tired...'
'Chris, it's Valentine's Day. I have to go get your present.'
'You're my present...'
