Will He Wake Up? ~short story~

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After that accident, I had a broken arm, a broken nose, and a few cuts on my head. Nothing serious. But, since Alan hit the tree, he had more injuries. He had 5 broken ribs, a broken leg, a severe concussion and he was in a coma.

Present

Alan slept somewhat peacefully as I sat and watched him, still counting his breaths.

889...890...891...892...893...

His normally bright eyes were closed. Would they ever open? Would he be stuck like this? I went there every day. I watched him every day, every single day. I hadn't gone to work in 10 days. I just waited.

I held his hand in mine, still stroking his wrist. I looked over to my other hand, to the engagement  ring he gave me. The diamonds on it were so shiny. They were so brilliant.

I just wanted him back. I would've done anything at that point to kiss and to hug him again.

"Ma'am, visiting hours are over. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," the nurse softly said, and I got up.

"Of course." She held the door for me as I walked out and dragged myself home. Getting into my own vehicle, I drove slowly and cautiously home, watching the roads for anything dangerous.

I dragged myself into the dark apartment by my small feet and got myself something to eat. I sat at the counter, snacking on my ramen and staring into the locket in my small hand.

There it was. A picture of Alan with his arm around me, in his suit and me in my black dress. We were both smiling at the camera.

Is this picture good or bad? Is it making me feel happy that I knew him or sad that he's not here with me? Before I knew it, tears were falling onto the counter and into my noodles.

I squeezed the locket into my fingers.

"God fucking dammit!" I grabbed my bowl and threw it against the wall, where it shattered, splattering broth all over the paint. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why did you leave me?" I cried more and more.

I ran to the bedroom and threw myself onto the bed. The same bed Alan tickled me on. The same bed he would hold me throughout the night on, if I had a nightmare or when I was cold. The same bed he laid on when he was sick and I took care of him.

"Fuck my life. Fuck this bullshit," I cried myself to sleep.

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The next morning, I awoke and followed my normal schedule. I left around 9:30 to go see Alan.

Once I was at the hospital, I went straight to Alan's room and sat down, grabbing his cold hand and holding it like normal. I still felt nothing.

"Hey, Alan. The doctors said you can hear me. So I wanna say some stuff." I squeezed his sturdy hand. "Wake up. Please wake up. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I can't do that unless you wake up right now. Once you do that, I can marry you and then we can have tons of little kids. Tons and tons! Don't you want to see me again?" There was a lump in my throat by now.

"We can name our girls Dawn and Francene like you said you wanted. Then we can name the boys Aidan and Adam like you wanted. I want to kiss you and hug you. So wake up. I want to marry you and love you. So wake up." I was speaking between sobs.

I decided to say what I found out at the hospital right after the accident.

"Alan." I pulled his hand towards myself and placed it over my tummy. "There's already one here. There's a baby here. She's growing in me right now, and she's yours." I moved his hand in circles over my stomach.

"I know she's a girl. I can feel it. Don't you want to wake up and meet her? Raise her? Don't you want to marry me and then give her away at her own wedding when she's grown? Don't you care enough to give her a father?" I cried. He didn't move. I placed his hand back by his side.

"She's waiting. I'm waiting. We're both waiting for you to wake up and give us lots of kisses and grow up with us. So wake up, Alan!" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got up and rushed out of the room.
Alan's nurse was standing right outside the door, teary-eyed. I drove back home and stayed locked up for the rest of the week.

The next Friday, I went to Alan's room and sat again. I didn't hold his hand or touch him at all. I just watched the monitor beep evenly for hours.

After watching it and watching it, I thought I was dreaming when it flatlined.

"Alan?"

An alarm in the hospital sounded, and within 30 seconds, nurses came rushing in. I couldn't bear to watch them. I ran out of the room and sat on the floor next to his door, waiting.

I played with the ring on my finger. I messed with the bracelet he gave me that sat on my wrist. I opened and closed the locket around my neck. And, I waited.

After what felt like days but was only about an hour, a nurse quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I turned to her with hope in my eyes.

"He flatlined...is he o-okay?" I fidgeted with my ring. She looked down at it and smiled.

"He's awake. I can explain his condition later, but right now I think he wants you to talk to him." I nodded and rushed to his door.

Once I  walked in, a sense of relief washed over me when I saw Alan sitting up. I ran over to him.

"Alan." My eyes were filled with tears. He looked at me.

"Jossy?" He asked, and I nodded, placing one of my small hands on the side of his face. He leaned into my palm and grinned. "You're safe."

I played with a lock of his hair, then carefully pulled him to my chest in an embrace. I was crying salty tears of joy.

"Alan...I thought you would die...I thought I'd never see you again..." He pulled my face down to his.

"I'm never leaving you. I will get married to you. I will love you forever. And I will raise her with you." He placed a hand over my stomach and rubbed. I kept crying.

"So you did hear me?"

"Every word, and it hurt like hell not being able to dry your tears. When you placed my hand on yourself, I instantly knew. I just couldn't do anything. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for worrying you and putting you through all of this," he then kissed me. He kissed me so passionately.

I looked into his dark brown eyes, like two chocolate chips, and smiled. He was mine. I loved him so much that I thought I could die.

"Oh, yeah, also," he blinked. I giggled. "I'm real sorry, but I may have seen that cat a few days after the accident and taken him home. He's so sweet and I'm keeping him forever." Alan sighed.

"Why would you keep a cat that almost got me killed?"

"Because you sacrificed your life for him and it was all I had left."

"Fair enough. What did you name him?" I blinked back more tears.

"I thought you were going to die...so I named the cat Alan." He laughed.

"Whatever you want, my queen."

The end

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I wanted to write a story that illustrates the fact that things can be really dandy and then go completely wrong in a matter of seconds. Anything is possible, so I decided to put this idea into "Will He Wake Up?" This is by far one of my favorite short stories. I hope you guys enjoyed!
(Btw Alan was originally supposed to die after the flatline but I liked his character too much so I let him live :3 )
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-author chan