The next forty-eight hours were hell. Hell was beginning to freeze over. Life suddenly wasn't making sense. Not to Jack and certainly not to Connie. Mike didn't know any of this. He wasn't living any of the hurt right now. How could he while being in a coma?
Connie was just… living. She was empty. She wanted to be by his side more than anything. She loved Mike, she wanted his love. She wanted him to wake up. She could do nothing. That just didn't sit well with her, so she just gave up. Jack wanted her to take some time off, but Connie ignored him from what he saw. He couldn't tell what she was going to do. He just didn't think that Connie was going to come out of what ever spell she was under. It was like she did things only for Mike. She loved him. He saw that. She was at his side during her free hours.
It's now been forty-eight hours. She was at his bed side, waiting for him to wake up. The anticipation was destroying her from the inside. As it ate away at her, she looked at his eyes, waiting for him to wake up. She sat there and stared, hoping he looks at her when he wakes up. Come on, Mike, she thought to herself, wake up. Please wake up.
He stirred suddenly. She made a high pitched gasp. His eyes opened with a slow movement. They took a couple minutes. Her eyes overspill with tears. She gave herself over to him the minute his eyes moved around. His head turned slowly to the beautiful woman sitting right next to him. "Connie?" he asked weakly.
"Mike," she sobbed. She stroked his cheek. The more she touched him, the more she wanted to hold him. He slowly moved his hand over to her hair. "Mike, don't move. Stay still, please." Connie gave a pleading look with her eyes. She wanted him to obey.
"I was waiting for you," he sighed. Connie couldn't resist temptation any longer. She bent down and kissed him gently, mindful of the gunshot wound.
She pulled back and gazed into those blue eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that she loves so much. "I love you so much, Mike," she sobbed, "It hurts. I never wanted this to happen. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," he said with a tired smile. She lowered her head. She loved him. When he realized she wasn't as close to him as he would like, he tried to beckon her over. "I'm not that injured," he chuckled. Connie smiled with tears still sparkling in her eyes. He motioned that he was okay to hold, and Connie leaned down as close to him as she could get. She snuggled into his embrace, tears falling onto his sheets. Mike's eyes filled with tears, too. She was there, in the flesh, as beautiful as any other woman in the world. He wanted her. She wanted him. It was that simple. It was so simple that he couldn't see how no one could understand that. It was just like the world's worst joke that these tragedies had to happen.
"Connie," he whispered to her. She silenced him, placing a finger to his lips. She removed her finger and replaced it with her own lips. He responded quickly. The kiss was deep. It was exactly what Mike wanted at that moment. As she kissed him, Mike forgot what he wanted to tell her. He just wanted to love her right then and there. He could taste salt. Her tears. The tears that let him know that she was there and relieved. He just wished that this wasn't what happened. He wanted Connie to be happy, but he didn't want to spend his life watching her and let his desires go unfulfilled. Until then, he settled for that kiss. He kept it going until he was too tired to carry on. When he stopped, she noticed that his head grew heavy. She let him fall asleep in her arms. When he was asleep, she pulled back as gently as she could. She placed a kiss on his temple and left the hospital. She was going to spend the next days by his bedside.
"Any news?" asked Jack with curiosity. Connie nodded. "Well?"
"He woke up," she said with a smile. She let him smile at her grin.
"Are you happy about that?" he asked.
"What do you think?" asked Connie with a know-it-all tone.
"Alright, alright," said Jack, waving the comment aside. Despite how dead and invisible Connie seemed to be the past few days, she seemed okay. She seemed glad to have Mike back and talking to her. "Acting like a smart-ass is one of the first signs that you're back to normal."
"Oh, really?" argued Connie. "Then what's yours?"
"Wanna drop it?" asked Jack. Connie responded with a nod. She walked over to the edge of the room. "Is he okay?"
"He's Mike," she chuckled. "He's Mike." Jack didn't understand the comment. "You'll get it eventually."