"If I didn't love you I wouldn't be here.
It's strange to think that outside the world keeps on going, but you are not a part of it.
Inside this room time has stopped, everything's the same as it was six weeks ago when you fell into a coma.
What makes it even worse is that hardly any of those people out there know what you did, how much you lost, just so that their world would carry on.
Only we know the suffering that goes on inside the SGC, the daily battle between good and evil, one we have always won, with the minimum of casualties, until now.
Because now there is no cocky leader of SG-1 to ready the troops for battle, no, now there is only you, Jack, the man, lying there as you have done for the last six weeks, while I have watched over you.
I'm starting to understand why you feel the need to sit watch over me whenever I am injured, the need to be there, to be sure that they are still breathing, still here, even if they are not talking, doing things, just knowing that they are still here, that the person you love hasn't left you.
When you wake up everything's going to be so different, as although it has only been six weeks so much seems to have changed. You have missed so many things, but don't worry; I taped the Simpsons for you, so when you wake up so can watch them. Because you are going to wake up Jack, you have to. I know the doctor said that the longer you remain in a coma the less chance there is that you will wake, but I have to believe, as I don't know how I would survive without you Jack. God, I wish I knew how to put all my feeling s for you into words, but I don't think there are words that express fully how you have changed my life, or how much I love you.
I love you Jack," and I kiss you on the forehead.
"Daniel?" You open your eyes, and smile up at me, and I feel myself fall in love with you all over again.
It's strange to think that outside the world keeps on going, but you are not a part of it.
Inside this room time has stopped, everything's the same as it was six weeks ago when you fell into a coma.
What makes it even worse is that hardly any of those people out there know what you did, how much you lost, just so that their world would carry on.
Only we know the suffering that goes on inside the SGC, the daily battle between good and evil, one we have always won, with the minimum of casualties, until now.
Because now there is no cocky leader of SG-1 to ready the troops for battle, no, now there is only you, Jack, the man, lying there as you have done for the last six weeks, while I have watched over you.
I'm starting to understand why you feel the need to sit watch over me whenever I am injured, the need to be there, to be sure that they are still breathing, still here, even if they are not talking, doing things, just knowing that they are still here, that the person you love hasn't left you.
When you wake up everything's going to be so different, as although it has only been six weeks so much seems to have changed. You have missed so many things, but don't worry; I taped the Simpsons for you, so when you wake up so can watch them. Because you are going to wake up Jack, you have to. I know the doctor said that the longer you remain in a coma the less chance there is that you will wake, but I have to believe, as I don't know how I would survive without you Jack. God, I wish I knew how to put all my feeling s for you into words, but I don't think there are words that express fully how you have changed my life, or how much I love you.
I love you Jack," and I kiss you on the forehead.
"Daniel?" You open your eyes, and smile up at me, and I feel myself fall in love with you all over again.
