Chapter Two
Third Person POV
Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. Nina's condition never changed. Neither did Fabian's. He never talked. He barely ate. He was like a zombie, an extremely depressed zombie. He visited Nina everyday without fail. He talked to her, told her stories. Sometimes he just sat there, looking at her. Even in this state, she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him.
Almost four months after the accident, the doctors were beginning to doubt that Nina would ever recover. When Fabian heard this, his body filled with rage. "How can you give up? She'll wake up, I know she will. She'll be okay. She has to be okay," he screamed at the doctors as the tears started to flow.
From that moment on, Fabian rarely left Nina's side. Every possible moment he was allowed to be with her, he was. One day he was standing by her bed, holding her hand, telling her how much she meant to him. That's when it happened. She squeezed his hand. The doctors didn't believe him, they said his mind was just playing tricks on him, but Fabian was sure it had happened and now he was more hopeful than he had been in a long time.
Nina's POV
I feel like a prisoner in my own body. No matter how hard I try I can't move, I can't speak, I can't even open my eyes. I can hear though. Fabian talks to me a lot. I can hear in his voice that, unlike everyone else, he hasn't given up on me. It amazes me that he's been able to stay by my side through all of this and it makes me realize how lucky I am to have him. However, in his voice there's also sorrow and it breaks my heart to know I've put him through so much pain.
All of a sudden, a tingling sensation surges through my body. After a few minutes I'm able to squeeze the hand that was firmly clasped in mine. I recognize it as Fabian's, and, although I can't feel or move anything else, I know that soon I'll be able to look into his eyes, hug him, and kiss him again. It's the best feeling in the world.
Third Person POV
For hours Fabian waited by Nina's side for more signs that she was still in there. That she was waking up. None came. It was getting late and visiting hours were almost over. Amber slowly entered Nina's room.
"Fabian," she said, "It's time to leave."
"But she's so close to waking up," he pleaded. "I know she is."
The two argued for quite some time before Fabian gave in. "Fine. I'll go home."
Before he left, Fabian knelt down beside Nina, murmured a few words of endearment in her ear and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you," he said as he stood up. Then he turned and slowly walked away.
"I love you too," said a hoarse, raspy voice.
Fabian immediately turned around and gasped at what he saw. There was Nina, eyes wide open, struggling to move her stiff limbs. A smile crept on to Fabian's face as he rushed back to her side and embraced her in a hug. Suddenly, he felt whole again.
