With a heavy heart, I opened the door to Jackson's room.
He was laying there, dead silent. His eyes were closed and his mouth shut. His arms were placed beside him. He looked like as if he was ready to be put in a grave. I felt me heart shatter at the sight.
His normally perfect skin looked almost grey. Lifeless. Corpse-like. Dead.
Which he was, in a way.
I could feel tears burning on my eyes as I slowly walked to his bed. I pulled up a chair and placed my hand on his.
I flinched at the cool feeling. His hand was dry and not cold but cool. I interlocked my fingers with his and softly cried into his healthy shoulder.
"Please Jackson", I croacked. "I love you so much.."
I could hear the faint but steady beeping from the heartmonitor. My baby was alive, but it felt as if he was dead. He didn't respond to my touch. He didn't respond to anything.
I don't know what coma feels like. I don't know what feelings he was having, if it was even possible.
"You don't have to be scared, Jackson", I sobbed. "You're safe now.. Evan and Chris-" my voice cracked and I took a little break.
"Evan and Chris no longer can hurt us. Evan is dead, did you hear that? Chris shot him." I mumbled, caressing his left hand. His engagement ring was still on his finger.
"I can't wait to get married to you... What do you think, should we wear white suits? You would look absolutely stunning in white." I smiled. "Not that you don't always look stunning."
"And flowers... I like lilies, but I heard you prefer roses? We can have both, in my opinion they would look so pretty together. But the choice is yours, baby. I am happy with both flowers."
"I love you so fucking much, Jackson." I whispered, feeling the tears burn my eyes again. "Please wake up."
