A/N I started this but rewrote it as when I read it back I really wasn't happy with it. I think I have more of an idea where this is going now so I hope you guys are interested! I watched the film The Vow for the first time recently and this is where the idea came from. Though I don't plan to follow the storyline completely.
The last two days seemed to go in slow motion, the clock stuck on the dirty white wall ticked past painfully slowly. Each minute gone was another moment lost as he waited, body drooping with desperation, needing to hear the words he was scared would never come.
His injuries had been entirely superficial, no real damage done. It seemed he had escaped unscathed, his wife taking all the impact. Peter's eyes wondered out of the large windows looking out onto the large hospital garden. The snow was now more than 6 inches high, covering the ground and everything in it's path. He is pulled out of his thoughts as he hears footsteps approaching, his head snapped round to see who was nearing, and he swears he hears his heart sink as the nurse hurries past, having news for someone, but not for him.
*Two days earlier*
"Put the radio on baby" Carla requested from the drivers seat as she fixed her hair in the mirror, flipped the sun screen back up and then started the car. They were headed home from the restaurant Peter had taken them to, something that had become a regular thing since 'Date night' had been suggested.
Whitney Houston blared through the radio, causing Carla to groan in response. Peter smiled at her, laughing at her unsubtle hate of all things soppy.
"And I... Will always love youuuuu" Peter instantly sang along to the music, putting an extra emphasise on all the words, a huge grin spreading across his features.
"Please tell me you don't like this song?"
"Ohh will always love you, my darling you" He didn't answer, choosing to carry on singing, moving his body eagerly to the beat of the music.
Carla couldn't contain her laughter at her husband's awful singing, she watched him from the corner of her eye as he belted out the last notes of the song, whilst pleading with him to stop through breaks in her laughter.
Carla pulled over in an empty car park, turning to face Peter with a sly smile on her face. "I don't know what I ever saw in you Mr Barlow"
"Mmm, well I could say the same about you MrsBarlow"
"Ahh, see that would be because of my gorgeous good looks, my brilliant sense of humour and the fact I'm so damned clever"
"It certainly wasn't your modesty" Carla nudged him in mock annoyance, leaning over and placing a passionate kiss on his always waiting lips. She pulled away, wiping a stray piece of lipstick from Peter's cheek.
As the keys turned in the car ignition, neither of them noticed the lorry coming up behind them, the driver drunk, almost passed out. Neither of them noticed until it was too late.