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Wake Me Up

                 Illi's POV
      As soon as Marcus and Leslie arrived at the apartment I was gone, not caring that I was in pajama shorts that are very short and Jule's see through white shirt with a black bralette  under.
     I told my parents to go to the hospital while I waited for Marcus. When I arrived they have me weird looks because of what I was wearing. "He isn't out of surgery yet," the nurse tells me when I ask about him.
   I walk back over to my parents and sit down. "Here," my dad says, trying to put his jacket over me. I shrug it off. 
    "It's too hot in here," I say. He looks at my mom.
    "But you look like a hooker," she tells me. I give her a dirty look and stand up. "Have you contacted his mom?" She asks me. I nod, biting my nails.
    "Yeah, she said she's gonna catch the first flight back," I tell them. I sit back, to only get back up. A doctor walks in.
   "Julius-" I walk over to him.
   "I'm his wife," I say. He looks down at his clip board before speaking.
    "Well, good thing is that he is going to be okay, but he is in coma right now. Its induced, meaning we had to put him under medically, so he will wake up. When he does, he might have some memory loss."
   I let out a relieved sigh. "How long do you think until he wakes up?" I ask. He shrugs.
   "That is up to him. If he doesn't within two days, we'll have to do something. Talking to him might speed it up though," he tells me. I not and shake his hand. "He's in room 674."
   I look back at my parents before finding the room. When I get there I see his very pale body laying in the hospital bed. I know he's been shot plenty of times because of what he used to do, but he's never been in coma.
    I can hear footsteps behind me, letting me know my parents are in here. I sit on the chair beside the bed and take his hand. "Please, wake up, baby. Please," I beg. I look up at my parents. "Go home. I'll call if anything happens," I tell them.
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            Santos's POV
      I can hear everything around me, I just can't move. Illi's voice calms me though.
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                Illi's POV
      I get in the bed with him and lau my head on the side of the pillow. His hair is messy in a attractive away and his face is as white as a ghosts. He doesn't have anything on to cover up his chest, leaving scars visible. He looks dead.
     "I love you," I whisper, kissing his forehead. I find myself expecting his arms to wrap around me, even though they can't.
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     I wake to someone opening the door to the room. As my eyes adjust to the brightness of the room and see Marlee (his mom), and my parents. Why are they back here?
     Mrs.Greyson gives me a sad smile as she makes her way into the room, my parents close behind. "How's he been?" She asks.
    "The same," I answer as I stand up. "Um, I'm gonna go home to change and check on Martina," I say. She nods and hugs me.
   "He'll be okay. He's one hell of fighter. Its not that easy to get arid of him," she says. I smile and walk out of the room.
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     "How's he doing?" Leslie asks me. I shrug, grabbing my phone after laying Martina down in her crib.
    "Good I guess. I mean, he's not dead," I tell her. She gives me a sad smile. "I should get back to the hospital though. I'll call if anything," I say.
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      "Can't believe you left me," a deep, but scratchy voice says when I walk in the room. Looking in front of me, I see Jules awake. I sigh and make my way over. He wraps his arms around me gently, trying not to hurt himself.
     "I had to check on Martina," I tell him. He smiles at her name. "What happened to bring careful?" I ask, my voice serious now.
    "I was, the bullet came out of no where. We had searched everywhere and there had seemed to be no one around. Just as we turned to leave, I got shot," he explains to me.
    I rest my forehead on his shoulder. "Thank you for staying while I was gone," I tell my parents. My dad chuckles.
    "Thank you for changing," he says. I glare playfully. Jukes give me a confused look. I shake my head, indicating that it doesn't matter. "You feel okay?"
    "I feel like I just got shot last night," he answers. He looks at me. "When can I leave?" He asks me. I roll my eyes.
    "You just woke up from coma," I tell him. "You shouldn't be wanting to go home right now. You need to get better." He closes his eyes.
     "Fine," he groans. My parents leave the room, leaving me alone with him. "How's my princess?" He asks. I smile.
    "She's good, whiney, but she's okay," I tell him. He scoots over, wincing.
   "Lay down," he says. I lay down next to him,trying not to hurt him. "I'm sorry if I've stressed you out." I scuff.
   "Well it isn't exactly a relaxer to find out that your husband has gotten shot." He kisses my forehead. I can feel his lip turn into a smile against my skin.
    "At least if I died, I would have had one hell of a last memory of us together."

AN: Sorry for the slow update? Last night when I started writing this, I felt horrible. Please comment a side of him or her you want to see! Share! Stay alive |-/       -Veah