Imagine... (Magcon Imagines)

18. Nash

(This is part one to the imagine right before)

He'a been like this for days now. For hours he sits in that room in the hospital. Alone. Silent. He stares at a wall and doesn't move his lips. The intensity that once filled his beautiful blue eyes is gone. He got into a car accident. After that this occurred. There is nothing else to explain his behavior.
You insisted talking to him the minute he started acting different but the doctors wouldn't let you. They told you to wait until he got better.
You waited.
He didn't get better.
They called today and told you Nash asked for you. They said he woke up that morning and said "I want to see her right now."
Here you are. You're sitting in a uncomfortable doctors chair across from his bed where he sits on the edge staring at the wall.
"Nash" you say.
Nothing.
"Nash."
Nothing.
"Nash please." You're begging at this point.
Blank stares.
You give up. What's the use. You grab your bag and get up. You look at him and see of there's any chance of him talking for fighting for you. None.
You walk towards the door. You grab the handle and push it down but let it go. You turn and face him.
"Okay. Go on ahead," you begin "Stare at your wonderful wall. But I hope you know I came here not because I want to examine you like everyone else. I came here because I love you. I came here because I missed you and the thought of not getting to see you even for a few days killed me." You start feeling tears but you know you must continue. "I don't get why you won't just try for me. Please. I need you here. You're here but you're not here. Nash please."
Nothing.
The tears are red and hot and you can't say anymore. You turn around and grab the door handle. You're about to push it down until you see another hand on top of yours.

"Wait." He says. You turn around and you're facing him.
"I don't know you. But...I know you. I mean. I. I can't describe it. But you've been in my dreams. Every night since the accident. You're the girl. And something in me is telling me not to let you walk out that door. I can't describe it. Ugh." He grabs his hair and turns around in a a circle. "You're my angel. I don't even remember your name but I know that you're my angel. The moment you spent with me in this room. You made me feel some way no doctor or medicine could ever make me feel." He grabs both your hands.

"You've made me feel complete."