Save Me From Myself

Coming Home

Taylors snapped his head up at the sound of his name. His eyes made contact with mine and then he was crying. Crying harder than I'd ever seen. His face was pressed into the palm of my hand and he was trembling.

"What's going on?" Im so confused. Why is he so upset?

"Dani. Oh my god Dani, you're awake." He said smiling but still in tears. He pulled my hand to his mouth and gave it a long kiss.

"Taylor what's wrong? You're scaring me"

Finally he wiped his tears away and took a deep breath. "Dani this is going to be hard to believe but you've been in a coma."

A WHAT!? Did he just say a coma? For how long? What happened? Didnt they just bring me in yesterday?

"You've been under for a little over a month. Your body was severely injured and very week when we brought you in." I was beginning to tremble. This was to confusing. To much information to process at once.

The machines hooked to me began to beep wildly. I looked at them shocked and then back Taylor.

"Dani you need to calm down. You're alright I promise. I'm sorry my reaction scared you. I was just so happy."

I willed my heart rate to even out. Had I really been in a coma? And for a month no less?

"Can I ask you some questions?"

"Yes of course anything. If I have the answer I'll tell you" He says getting up and sitting next to me on the bed. My hand still clutched in his.

"Why was I in a coma?"

"Well that's a difficult one. At first it was medically induced to help your body heal. And then it was because your body wasn't ready to wake up yet. It was doing healing of it own. Or that's how I understood it." He answered honestly.

"What were my injuries?" His face fell with that question. His finger began stroking the back of my hand.

"Your left arm was fractured in two places and infected, left shoulder dislocated, you had a slipped disc in your back and a concussion" He dropped his head. Almost as if he blamed himself for my injuries.

"Do you blame yourself?" My question suprised him, I could see his eyes widen but he didn't turn to look at me.

"Yes. Yes I do." His voice was quiet and shameful.

"Why?"

"Because if I had tried harder to stop you or explained the stuff with Naya instead of freezing you wouldn't have run off." He sighed gripping tighter to my hand.

"What is going on with Naya?"

He looked at me then. His face sad. "Nothing. She was dropping my stuff off yes but nothing was or is going on between us."

"Why were you there?"

"She was helping me write a song. I needed a girls opinion on something and she's like my sister so I went to her." Ohhh now I get it.

"So you're saying I ran away, got seriously injured and put you through hell for a month waiting for me to come out of a coma because I severely overreacted?"

His eyes widened and he started frantically waving his arms dropping my hand "no no it's my fault I should have stopped you-"

Putting my hand up stopping him "it was absolutely not your fault. You did nothing wrong. In fact you saved me. You are my hero. Again..."

A tear fell from his eye and he smiled a small and delicate smile. His shoulders visibly relaxing like a weight had been lifted from them.

Holding up my good arm I waved for him to come closer. "Come here. Lay with me. I've missed you so god damn much."

He smiles wider and does as instructed. Slotting into the space beside me and laying his head on my stomach. I start playing with his hair and his hand is tracing lazy patterns by my belly button.

This is nice. I've missed him. Missed this. I don't want to have to give it up again. I need to tell him how I feel soon. But not now. Not until we've both healed.

"Taylor?" He looks up at me

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for leaving you."

"It's alright. I'm just happy you're back. But don't ever do it again. I don't think I could take anymore." He smiles softly then returns back to his position.

While playing with his hair the room is silent. Both of us perfectly content with just each other's company. After a while I hear his breathing even out and soft snores.

He must be exhausted. I look around the room and notice blankets and pillows set up on the couch in the corner, an over night bag and my guitar.

He spent the night here. He played for me for a month. He never gave up on me. He was always by my side. Looking down at his head I smile. What did I do to deserve such an amazing human.

His hair in soft between my fingers. His body a nice weight against my side. I look over my body. My left arm is in a cast and I can feel stitches on the side of my head. There are lots of tiny bruises and scrapes almost done healing all over my arm.

I can't imagine what the others have been through this past month waiting for me to wake up. If Taylors reaction was anything to go by its been tough. Very tough. I'll have Taylor call the others when he wakes up.

Right now his soft breaths are beginning to make me tired. I recline the bed and turn off the lights above us. I may have just woken up from a month long coma but I'm exhausted. I'll check in with the nurses after a quick nap.