I'm Sorry- Garrett Watts x Alex

Chapter 10

Alex's POV

It had been almost a month. Garrett was still in the ICU, (aka intensive care unit) and I looked miserable. I hadn't talked to anyone since that night, and I only got out of bed to visit Garrett every day. I had been fired at my job for being careless and not paying attention to what I was doing, and dark circles hovered under my eyes. My face was horribly pale and my brown hair was greasy and tangled from neglect. I smelled of dirty laundry and dust which was not at all a good smell. I dragged myself out of bed, only bothering to put a plaid shirt and worn denim jeans. My ribs were starting to show but I didn't bother to grab anything to eat. I simply grabbed my coat and stuffed my hands into the pockets, walking to the nearest bus stop. After paying for a ticket and finding a seat on the crowded bus, I pulled out my earbuds and picked a random playlist on Spotify. Anything to distract me from life. I didn't pay attention to the song or the words. I just stared out the rain streaked window at the gray sky. It's strange how life can change in an instant. From a happy life with someone I loved and who loved me back to a life of despair and heartbreak in the span of less than an hour. I dragged myself out of the stiff seat when the bus arrived at a stop near the hospital. I walked the rest of the way, letting the rain soak my hair. As I stepped inside, the receptionist handed me a key, already knowing who I was and who I was here to see. I waited patiently in the elevator, watching each light slowly blink on as I ascended. I reached the door of the room, and slowly turned the handle, stepping inside. Garrett looked exactly the same. His hair was greasy and his eyes were closed. His glasses were resting on a nearby table, and his hands lay beside the white hospital gown clinging to his frail body. Machines and tubes attached to his pale body from every angle. I sat in the chair and gripped his hand tightly, hoping that he would let me know that he was here. Nothing happened, and tears poured out of eyes, forming a puddle on the floor. My lay my head on his lap, letting my tears soak the shabby gown. "Please," I croaked out. "I can't do this much longer. I wanted a future with you. I wanted a house and kids and I want to hold you and kiss you and-" I was cut off by sobs racking through my body. I continued with my small speech, hoping that maybe he would be able to hear it. "I love you. I can't hold on much longer, not if you're here. I need you Garrett. Please just fight this. I believe that you can fight this. I just don't know if I'll be able to fight it with you. I'm not gonna be here much longer anyways. I read your letter, and it's okay. I don't care that you're dangerous or that you were sent to kill me. I don't care. I just want you back. Please. Please just come back to me.." Sobs racked through my body, and the only thing to comfort me was the steady beating of the machines. I felt the cold fingers in my hand grip around mine, and I looked at him. "Garrett?" I asked softly. He gave my hand another reassuring squeeze, letting me know he was awake.