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The nurses walked out of John's room, with disappointed looks on their faces. Molly raced over to them, mouth running a mile a minute."Is he okay? What happened? What-"

One of the nurses cut her off "He went into cardiac arrest shortly after you called us in."

"Ohmygod," Molly's face went white.

"We were able to stabilise him, but..."

"But WHAT?!" Molly nearly shouted, eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"He's... He's in a coma," The nurse said, flatly.

Molly opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Only a small, choked sound came out of the back of her throat. The tears were flowing freely down her face. "He'll be okay, though, right? He'll wake up soon, won't he?" She managed.

"We're not sure, right now." The other nurse said. "He could wake up in a couple hours, it could be days, months... Even years."

"No," Molly squeaked. Then she wailed. "No,nonononononoNO! This can't happen. He was supposed to come home, we were supposed to plan our real wedding, our honeymoon! This can't be real..." Tears were still making their way down her face. "Can I still go in and see him?" She asked, her voice merely a whisper.

The nurse nodded. "You can go in there for a moment, but then you have to leave. Visiting hours are long over, you should have left a while ago."

"But I'm his WIFE! Aren't family members allowed to stay, or spouses can stay or something?!" Molly shouted, and quickly covered her mouth, because she was being too loud.

The nurse looked back at Molly, startled. "Erm... Well, yeah, I suppose. We can bring in a cot for you, I guess. But you have to remember, it's likely that he won't wake up for a while." She replied.

"Can he.. Will he be able to hear me, if I talk to him?" Molly asked.

"Certainly!" The nurse responded. "Comatose patients can still hear people, and they can still feel. Try to talk to him, stroke his hair, hold his hand, that kind of stuff. Let him know you're there."

"Will that help him wake up?"

"It may, it may not. It's never really been tested, so we can't be sure. But, you never know. " The nurse answered. "You go on in there, I'll go get your cot ready."

Molly entered the room, and saw again how fragile John looked, even more-so now. "John?" She whispered. She moved a chair over near his bed and sat down. "John?" She called, louder this time. He didn't respond, of course, but then again, she really didn't expect him to. She reached over and took his hand. It was warm, which surprised Molly, who, for some reason, expected it to be cold. "John, I'm here. Its me, Molly. The nurse told me you could still hear me. Don't worry, I'm not gonna leave you. I'll be here as much as I possibly can. If you can hear me, John, give me a sign. Please, just squeeze my hand if you can hear me. I know you can," She began to cry, once again. "Come on, John, I know you can hear me! John, I love you. Please, just give me a sign that you're still there." The nurse came in the room then, and set up Molly's cot, right next to John's bed.

"You should get some sleep, you know," The nurse told Molly. "If you need anything, like he wakes up, or responds to anything, call for one of us. Now, you get some rest." The nurse left the room, turning off the light behind her, and it was eerily silent except for the soft beeping of John's heart monitor. Molly sat down on the cot and looked at John. She lay down, and began talking to him again.

"I know you can hear me, John. I just wish you would give me a sign," Molly whispered, and then drifted off to sleep. She awoke early the next morning to light seeping in through the windows. "Where am I...?" She asked. Then she looked over at John and recounted the events of the previous night. "...Oh... right..." She breathed, and tears began to trail down her face. "So it wasn't just a dream..." She lay back down and fell back asleep. Except it didn't feel like sleep. She kept having nightmares of what could've happened, and they seemed so real, and she kept waking backup, making sure the heart monitor was still going, making sure John was still there. "Screw it," she muttered after the fourth or fifth time she woke up. She gave up on sleep and wandered down to the cafeteria. Even though she really didn't want to leave John, she needed something to eat. Or at least a coffee.

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