DOUBLE-CHAPTER TODAY

I bet you're all so proud of me

Not really x]

But anyway I felt like writing so there might even be a triple-upload :0

And Brown was the first last name that popped in my head don't judge me xD

Chapter Four: A Sign of Life to a Confirmation of Death

"THERE'S BEEN A SIGN OF LIFE!" Doctor Brown shouted, running down the halls of the hospital. Before he seemed so civilized and kind, but now I learned he was quite an excitable fellow in addition to those qualities. Of course I was too busy staring at you with tears of utter joy dribbling down my face to really process it. The voice that told me what was happened around me had been pushed to the back of my mind and was now only a whisper.

You were awake. Maybe soon you would come home to me. Maybe I wouldn't have to wait anymore. Because now you've been here for four weeks. And it didn't seem very necessary.

I squeezed your hand back. You won't remember any of this. It'll probably be only whispers of dreams and faded memories of the accident. But I'll remember it all. And the scars on your arm and the stitches on your back will always remind me that it was my fault. I wasn't the driver who rammed my car into you, but I couldn't protect you. And I should have.

I was going to tell you when you woke up, and you would insist that it wasn't my fault. That it was the driver's. And that I needn't worry, because you weren't upset with me.

"He should be awake in just days!" a feminine voice said calmly from the doorway. I turned and there stood a brown-haired nurse, with a stereotypical clipboard in her hand and a pleasant smile on her face. I smiled back at her out of pure jubilation and looked back at you. I heard her footsteps fade away and I knew it was safe to speak to you.

"I'm going to go home."

I hesitated before adding, "I love you" and pressing my lips gently to his forehead before grabbing my bag and exiting the room. My face was alight with a crimson blush as I paused at the doorway and looked back.

I could stay.

But you wouldn't want that. And I would probably get kicked out or arrested or something if I stayed any longer. So I whispered "goodbye" and turned back towards the hall and navigated through thee twisting and turning corridors, which were full of a mix of nurses, doctors, and patients. The walls were white, the lighting consisted of dim florescent bulbs, and the floor was of white ceramic tile.

I pushed all of the details aside and decided to focus on you.

I focused on the memories of your beautiful raven hair, cut in a matching style to mine and your beautiful blue orbs that I could get lost in within seconds. Of your laugh, of your voice, of your personality. I pondered what I would say when you came home to me. Just a sweet-and-short "I love you," or a long speech about how much I had missed you?

I found myself at the entrance by letting my feet carry my body out into the light of day and you carry my thoughts away into unknown places of love and mystery.

And for the first time in four weeks I felt happy.

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Soon it became four weeks and three days and you still weren't home.

Had the doctors been lying to me?

They told me you'd be home in a matter of days.

They told me you'd be better soon.

No, no, they're not lying. Stop thinking like that! He's fine!

I tried to make myself believe it, but it became four weeks and four days, and I told myself I'd have to wait for another day.

And then it became five weeks, seven days after I had last seen you.

The doctor called me and told me you were still alive, but you weren't going to wake up.

At "I'm sorry" I hung up, threw the phone, and bolted outside, just barely slipping on shoes as I went, and hailed a taxi to bring me to the hospital before it was too late. "I'm sorry" wasn't enough to heal my blossoming pain. Didn't the doctor on the phone realize that?

Before I knew it I was a mess of tears and shouts walking quickly next to you on the stretcher.

"THEY CAN'T TAKE HIM AWAY!" I screamed, running with the doctors as they carried you out. "BRING HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM! HE'LL WAKE UP SOON!"

Soon there were doctors restraining me. It was all a blur, but I remember falling onto my knees and whispering my final words of goodbye.

"I love you, Phil."

And then I heard a terse "STOP" and suddenly you were coming closer to me.

And your eyes were open.

Lol sorry for the terrible chapter names.

Gasp Phil's awake 0.0