A/N!!! Hey guys I figured that I would add this to the sad imagine I posted forever ago. This whole idea popped into my head and I wrote it down before I put it on here.
Sooo here it is! I hope y'all like it!!
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Ashton's POV
I can't understand why something like this had to happen to her. My beautiful girlfriend. Why it couldn't be me lying in that uncomfortable hospital bed. Why it couldn't have been me in that car.
So here I am, sitting in this hard, wooden chair, holding her small, cold hand in mine. i haven't eaten or slept much in the past two days.
"Please come back to me, love," I plead, kissing her knuckles, not bothering to hold back tears.
"Ashton?" Luke's quiet, deep voice caused me to turn my head to look at him, but only for a second before returning my focus to the nearly lifeless girl in front of me.
I felt Luke's presence next to me.
"What if.." I begin, but I don't finish my hushed question.
Luke interrupts me. "There are no 'what ifs," Ashton. She will be fine. She's my best friend, she's not just your girlfriend. I know her. She won't give up without a huge fight," he chokes out.
I nod. "I know.."
Luke sighs. "It's not your fault Ash--"
I cut him off. "No. Don't tell me it's not my fault. Please, don't." I plead with him. I squeeze my eyes shut.
I could feel his sympathetic gaze on me, but he remained silent.
After, like, an hour-- or maybe it was only a short moment-- he broke the tense silence.
"I'm going to get something to eat. Or at least try to eat," he mumbled quietly.
I open my eyes and keep a blank stare on my hands, enclosed between them was her much smaller one.
"Do you want anything? You should eat, Ash," Luke says, emotion layering his deep voice.
"No."
"Ashton--" he starts.
"I'm not hungry." I interrupt, my voice quiet and uncertain, wavering.
"Alright..." Luke replied, standing and walking out.
Once I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, I sighed, putting my head down on the bed sheets.
Before I knew it, I was asleep, but my head was filled with twisted nightmares.
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"Ashton! Honey, wake up!" I snap my eyes open, feeling a thin layer of sweat on my skin.
"What?! What happened?!" I panic.
My focus immediately go to my girlfriend's sleeping figure.
"You started yelling in your sleep. Was it something about the accident?" I hear my mother's voice. She looked tired, her blue eyes less lively than I last saw her. I can't imagine what I must look like.
I quietly sit, looking at my mother, my facial expression vacant. "I'm fine, mum.." I find myself saying. Lie.
"I'm just worried about you, love," her motherly tone present, as expected.
"I'm fine. Just tired." Lie.
Looking away from her, I feel another wave of emotion come over me.
"Oh, Ashton, sweetheart!" my mum's arms wrap around my shoulders, which were beginning to shake with my crying.
"What if she never wakes up, mum?" I choke out.
"She will. You have to believe she will. Saying 'what if' will just make it worse for yourself." she whispered, rubbing my back. I suddenly felt like a young boy again.
"I lift my head, spotting the clock on the wall. 10:42 p.m.
I had been here for 3 days and almost 2 hours. In those 3 days and 2 hours, I had gotten about 5 hours of sleep. I couldn't. I couldn't make myself go to sleep. What if she were to wake up? She could wake up and I wouldn't want to miss it. I wouldn't want to miss the moment she wakes up as long as I could help it.
"You have to wake up... You have to. I can't live without you. I'm obviously not going to if you don't." I whisper sadly. This shouldn't be happening to her. I had only proposed to her a month ago.
"Please..."
