hi. this is my first fanfic ever, so be nice. I realise its short and I realise there is absolutely no room for more. There are probably a bazzilion mistakes. please read and review so I know if to write a longer piece or just give up and stick to clarinet. Thanks, Cassy
He walks down the corridor, like he has every night without fail for the past 2 years. He is no longer nervous or angry, now he just misses her. As he walks past the nurses he only nods hello. He doesn't need to ask how she is. He knows her prognosis is the same as it was yesterday and the day before.
Opening her door, he steps into her room and sees her lying in the coma that has claimed her since the night of the crash. He sits and takes his wife's hand, knowing that she probably can't feel him, but praying she can anyway.
He sits and talks to her. He talks about work and Parker, and Zach and Dr Goodman. He tells her about Ange's pregnancy and how he went to Jordan's dance recital yesterday. He knows she would have hated it; the cliché of girls doing ballet, the make up, the costumes, but he still tells her. He ignores the pain in his gut and the knot in his throat as he tells her about their friend's family. He knows the accident destroyed any chance they'd had to ever start one of their own. It had killed their unborn baby, and thought he hadn't known it had existed until it was too late, he still missed that child as much as he missed his wife.
His thumb draws slow circles on the back of her hand as he talks. He sometimes sits for hours like this, seeking comfort from her familiar hand, despite her unresponsive state. He hates to see her like this; her vulnerable form is completely alien to him and he knows he'll never get used to it.
After an hour or so a light knock on her door rouses him from his thoughts.
"Sorry Seeley…"
"Five more minutes, Jane?"
The nurse nods her head and quietly exits the room. Seeley turns back to his wife, lying lifeless in her bed. He stands up and lightly strokes her cheek.
"I'll come see you tomorrow, Baby." He places a soft kiss on her forehead. "I miss you so much," he tells her. He kisses her closed eyes and leans down to whisper into her ear. "I love you, Bones."
Then he leaves her and the hospital with a heavy heart. He returns to their silent house and tries to sleep next to where she used to lie. He feels numb, just like he has for the past two years; two long and lonely years, without his Bones.