I tossed and turned in the chair. It wasn't the most comfortable spot to sleep but I couldn't leave him. I had hope that he was going to wake up. I needed to have hope. It was the only thing that was getting me through this. My friends had told me to go home and get some rest. They could see how this was taking a toll on me. It had been nearly a month since he first fell into the coma. I tried to stay by his bedside as much as I could. I didn't want him to be alone when and if he woke up.
The only other person who came to see him was his best friend, Lexi. He didn't have any family, well except for his brother, Damon. But Damon and him haven't spoken in years ever since that day... I had tried to get a hold of him but I couldn't find him anywhere. Even though they weren't on speaking terms, I was fairly sure that Damon would want to know about his brother. It was family after all. Damon was the only family Stefan had left and vice versa.
It pained me to see him covered in tubes. The thought that this was all my fault was too much for me. I took a deep breath as I looked at him. I got up off the chair. I could see his chest rise up and down. My hand gently touched his cheek. Oh how I missed his touch on my skin, the way his green eyes looked straight into my soul, how he could make me laugh no matter what mood I was in. Why did this have to happen? He was the most caring, loving person in the world. He didn't deserve this at all. I held his hand in mine, rubbing circles along his hand with my thumb. I could feel a tear run down my face. No, I had to be strong for the both of us. I couldn't cry. It wasn't the time for crying. As I wiped the tear off my face, I could feel his hand move under mine. My heart was beating faster as I waited for any signs to tell me that he was waking up. Nothing else happened. Maybe I just imagined it? My heart broke at the thought. I really had hoped that he was going to wake up.
I sat back down in the chair, still holding his hand in mine. Even if he didn't wake up today, he was eventually going to wake up. This is what I kept reminding myself everyday. I played with the ring on my finger. Our engagement ring. In a months time we would have been walking down the aisle. Now I don't even know if he will be walking again. I put my hands on my head, running them through my dark brown hair. I closed my eyes trying not to think about everything that had happened. It was too much. Too much for me. Stefan was the strong one in the relationship, not me.
The bed sheet started to rustle. My heart started to pick up pace. I slowly opened my eyes as his hand was moving. I wasn't imagining it this time. It was definitely moving. My eyes gazed upwards towards his eyes. They fluttered open, his green eyes scanning the room. His forehead creased downwards. I knew that he only did that when he was confused.
"Stefan?" I asked softly.
His green eyes rested on mine. "Who are you?"
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