Friends & Paradise 2: Forever Doesn't Last Forever

Chapter 7: Wake Up Please (Jason's POV)

It's been a week ever since Nash has been in the hospital. I feel like my life doesn't mean a thing without her. I'm slowly loosing sense of my surroundings and what my life used to be like. It seems that all that matters now, is for Natasha to wake up and continue with her life. But it seems like that is further away than anything I've been far from.

I no longer feel the need to talk, unless I talk to her. I no longer feel hunger, unless my friends, Christine or Amber, force food and water down my throat to keep me living. Whenever I shower or am at the toilet, I ask one of my friends to watch over her because I'm afraid of her waking up or the heart monitor stopping when I'm not there to do some kind of action. I no longer sleep. For the past week, I've been getting about four hours of sleep at night. That is because of my constant nightmares of waking up and she's dead, or waking up many years into the future to find out she calmly passed away in her sleep a few years back.

I am right now sitting beside her, while she's somewhere in her dreams. Holding her hand, like I have for the past week, and afraid to let go. She is calmly breathing beside me in her bed. She hasn't shown a sign of living for a week, and I am sure that I'm loosing her.

I can't loose her.

Not this way.

Not ever.

The doctors have been coming and going each day, they fear she might not wake up within another week or so. But I know their estimations are wrong. I know Nash will wake up sooner than they expect her too; she's shown me to always believe in love, and know that nothing is more powerful than it.

But if love is more powerful than medicine itself, then why is this not working? Why do I feel like my tries and however many times I whisper that I love her and the many hours I've spent by her bedside, just don't work? Why is she not waking up? Am I doing something wrong?

If I tried shaking her, it would make her be in a worst situtation than right now. If I yelled that I loved her, it wouldn't work. But what if I kissed her? Will that work?

I had nothing left to lose. I've lost my mind within a few days of being here, and that is shown by the way I try to push everybody aside because I just want to be with her. Even if it means waiting for her until my very last breath.

I stood up from the chair and leaned closer to her. She has to wake up. With my left hand, I brushed away some hair from her forehead.

"Natasha, please I need you to wake up. For me?"

No response from her.

"I love you so much, you have no idea. The reason why I stayed here all this week is because I love you. And because I can't stay away from you. I don't know how I'll cope when I'm gone for college, but somehow I'll do it, because I know that you will be here, in Seattle, waiting for me just like I'll be waiting for you."

I had a sad smile on my face, but I noticed that there wasn't even a twitch on her face that indicated me she was still alive. I tried once more.

"Natasha tell me what do I have to do for you to wake up? I need to see you alive once more, please! I need you to be with me forever! I have to know that you will live after this, and maybe we can continue what you and I know we have; real love."

She was breathing calmly, not moving at all. I was growing desperate by the minute.

"Nash, please! I need you to be alive, please!"

I had nothing left to lose. I leaned my head closer to hers, my lips were just above hers, when I whispered "I love you" and kissed her. I kissed her for a good five seconds, before leaning back and lowering my body to kneel beside her bed while I was still holding her hand.

"Please wake up." I whispered. "Please..."

Suddenly, there was a groan and a slow and light hand movement felt in my hand. With tears streaming down my face, I looked up and saw Natasha slowly opening her eyes. Once her eyes were just about open, she gently tightened her grip on my hand. That feeling was the best I've ever felt since... forever.

"Jason?" She softly asked once her eyes were opened and she looked curiously at me.

I smiled while tears were now streaming down my face. I quickly got up from the floor and hugged her tight because I was afraid that if I let go, this might've just been a dream.

But luckily it wasn't.

She was awake.

And here with me.