Shiver

Chapter 12

January's POV

"Hello, darling." He says to me, receiving a smile. 

"Hello, sir. How might thee be this morning?"

"Thee is good, and you?"

"Good! I had fun the other night, by the way."

"Yeah? I did too!" He says, smiling. 

"I might actually consider doing it again, it actually wasn't too horrible."

"I agree, Ms. January. How about tomorrow night?"

"That's extremely soon, Alex. I literally just socialized."

"You'll live, see you tomorrow night!"

"Sweetie, you'll see me before tomorrow night. We kind of, oh I don't know, maybe work together?"

"Yes, I know that, but I'll also see you tomorrow, silly."

"I guess."

Alex walks away, and I turn back to my station, continuing to chop a carrot. I hate carrots, they're too sweet. 

I continue chopping the carrot, thinking about life, and everything in general. I can't particularly say what I'm thinking about, I was just kind of letting my thoughts wander. 

My thoughts wander, and then they wander some more, and then they wander some more. My eyesight gets a little fuzzy, so I try blinking a couple times. The blurriness doesn't really go away, so I try rubbing them. It still doesn't work. 

Then it starts to get black. It gets really dark, and then, nothing. Nothing at all. Just... just bliss. 

*Time skip. Location: Hospital. Date: Three weeks after the chopping of the carrot*

I open my eyes, and look around. Where the hell am I? I look around, trying to figure it out. It's all so... white. The walls, the bed, the floor. And then it all clicks. 

The last time I was awake, I was chopping carrots. Alex had just asked me to go to dinner, again. I had accepted. Then my vision had gone blurry. Then it had all gone dark. 

I was in a hospital. That was where I was, and that was why it had an overwhelming stench of cleaning product. 

I sat up, looking for my phone. I didn't expect to find it, but there it was. Sitting on the table beside my bed. I picked it up, the home screen lighting up. 

My jaw dropped. 

It was now March. 

March. 

Freaking March. 

March tenth, to be exact. I had been asleep for three weeks. THREE. Holy crap. Talk about an extended nap. 

Just then, I heard footsteps outside the door. I quickly set down my phone and got back to looking as if I was dead. Might as well listen to what people had to say while I was presumably in a coma. 

 The door opened, admitting an unknown person, at least to me. I couldn't see. I just laid there, pretending to be in a coma. It was great fun pretending to be dead and all, let me tell you. 

The unknown person sat down after dragging a chair close to my bed. They took my hand in theirs, and I let them. I didn't know what they were doing, they could cut it off for all I knew. But nonetheless, I let them take my hand into theirs. 

"January," the voice said. I basically stopped breathing. "I miss you." The voice said. 

Alex. 

That was Alex's voice. 

"I really, really miss you."

Alex? Missing me? Why?

"I told you on that day that I didn't feel warm around you, that I wasn't completely and hopelessly in love with you. That was a lie. It was all a lie. I'm sorry."

What is he talking about?

"I should have told you that I loved you, should have told you how you made me feel. And now, it's too late."

It's not too late. It's not too late. I wanted to tell him this so much, but I couldn't. For all he knew, I was still in a coma. 

"The doctors, they don't think you're going to make it. They think that you're gone. They think that they're going to have to give up on you. I'm going to try and fight it though. I promise, I will. I will not let you die. I can't. You're my everything, January. My everything. And my cowardice has negated me from the chance to be able to do everything right. I'm so, so sorry."

It was getting hard to keep my tears at bay. It felt horrible. I had no idea. No idea. 

A tear slides off my hand, and I almost burst out sobbing. No. No. NO. Alex should not be crying. 

"I'm so, so, so sorry, January." He says, his voice rich with tears. "I love you so much, and I'll never be able to tell you that. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

He continues sobbing, and it keeps getting harder and harder. I want to tell him I'm awake. I know it would scare the Jesus out of him (if there even is any), but I can't. I have to hear what else he has to say. 

"January, I love you. I love you so much. I never knew that I could have such strong feelings for someone. You make me feel so warm, and I really, really wish I could have had the chance to tell you all of this. I'm going to keep fighting, I really am. But there might not be anything I can do. Just know, I tried. I really, really tried. And if there's a chance, even a slight one, please, please come back to me. I can't do it alone. I know we're not even together, and I know that you've never known of my feelings, but I can't. I need you January, I really, really need you."

Ask and you shall receive I guess. God, I can't do this anymore. I can't listen to this. I'm going to start crying and ruin the whole "oh yeah, I'm still in a coma" thing. 

I slowly open my eyes, trying to pretend that I'm naturally waking up. 

When I finally get my eyes open in what I can only hope was a natural way, I look at Alex. He's looking down at the ground, tears streaming down his face. It looks awful, and it makes me so sad. So, so sad. 

"A..Alex?" I ask, my voice cracking. I wonder why that is. 

He quickly looks up, sobbing even more. "Jesus, you scared me so fucking bad." He said, smiling at me. 

"Sorry," I say, laughing. "Why are you crying?" I ask, as if I know nothing. 

"Nothing," he said. "Just really, really tired." He says, not at all playing it off naturally. 

"Oh, okay." I say, not in the mood to pester. 

"I should probably go get a nurse, huh?" He asks, trying to compose himself. 

"Yeah." I say, taking my hand back. I don't want to, but I do. 

"Okay," He says, taking a deep breath and standing  up. He walks over to the door, and I make a snap decision. 

"Alex?" I ask, getting his attention. 

"Yeah?" He asks, turning to look at me. 

"I love you."

He smiles, and walks quickly back to my bed. 

He sits down, and before I know it, his lips are on mine. 

And this time, it isn't a dream. This I can most definitely say for sure. For some things are just too perfect to be in dreams. 
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Hello, friends! I hope you liked this chapter. I wasn't planning to write such a plot-twisty chapter, but sometimes that just happens. I hope you liked it, and as always, comment and like! Thank you! Bye-bye microbes!