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And You Are?

Three months.

Three months I sat and waited for him to regain consciousness. After the crash things went hazy for a while.

We were out on a walk after an evening out, aimlessly wondering the streets of the small town under moonlight. Laughing at old memories we had shared and danced about on pavements. Then the screeching began, the screeches that haunt me to this day. His scream following as I had my back turned and faced only him, seeing the pure look of fear loom across his face, the whites of his eyes being more prominent than ever before. He violently threw me aside as I heard a crash and was instantly covered in scratches and felt something in my leg, buried into my skin. I yelled in pain but couldn't see, as my vision became less blurred I saw pieces of a car surrounding me. Larger chunks were further away and then I saw it, the front of a car completely smashed up with a broken window and a person hanging out of the front. My eyes darted around as I screamed his name, not hearing a response. People began to gather around and scream at the lifeless body in the front of the bonnet. But my screams overpowered theirs as I cried for him, then I saw him, or what I could make out of him. Wanting to move closer I tried but couldn't, whatever had impaled my leg repressed movement and I was forced to sit there and see him. His head was covered in blood, soaking his golden hair to Crimson that clung to his scalp. His lower half was hidden beneath wreckage and my breathing became heavier. Then I blacked out.

The doctors said I had gotten lucky, luck had nothing to do with it. If it wasn't for Ashton, I would've been dead. The driver of the car had been drinking apparently and swerved too quick, he died that night from the impact, I survived but remained on crutches whilst my leg healed.

Three months down the line and Ashton remains almost lifeless hooked up onto various machines with wires and tubes sticking out of him at every exposed area of his skin. I sat and watched them change wires or do monitors on him everyday, I learnt the routine and knew what time his mum phoned to speak to me about his progress. The truth was, there was no progress, Ashton was fortunate in a sense that he didn't die. I thought he was dead but he wasn't, he hadn't lost too much blood and was able to survive but now remains in a coma. His head remains fully bruised and his whole body in cuts and stitches which are often changed once every few days.

As I sat here I longed to see his hazel eyes again, how he would giggle at the stupidest of jokes I told him, or showed him this rubbish dog video and I would be in hysterics and he would call me adorable. I missed hearing his voice and how the accent differed to my own, how he would hold me when I needed him most, like how I needed him now.

Another doctor walked in and did the usual checks, monitoring heart rate, brain activity, blood levels and his progress overall. They barely spoke to me as I didn't speak back, I sat in silence most of the time. Once the doctor left I returned to my familiar silence but knew I had to go home for a shower, Calum was able to fly over and stay a bit longer than the others were, no matter how much they wanted to stay they couldn't.

Calum often instructed me to go home and shower, sleep and get refreshed before coming back. I allowed myself two hours at home then came back to sit with Ashton, never wanting to leave his side for too long.

Leaving his room I looked in between the slots in the blinds, how discomfort spread across his face and I quickly walked out. Knowing the sooner I could leave the sooner I could return. Once I was home I rushed about, not wanting to stop and glance at the many photos of me and Ashton, or the memories we had as I knew I would shatter all over again.

After a shower I heard my phone ring and ran for it, gripping onto my towel as I answered it, not checking who it was. "Yes this is y/n speaking." I let out a shaky breath.

"Yes Ashton has seemed to have made progress, he is waking up. We would like you to get back here as soon as you can please, as many coma patients like to be surrounded my those they love." The doctor spoke and I frantically got my things and hung up on him. Changing with no time to spare and got back to the hospital in record time.