Forever & Always

Chapter 10: Blue Meets Brown

Spencer POV

Three days later…

The hospital had become my second home. Aria and Emily had stopped by numerous times, bringing me fresh clothes, my hairbrush and toothbrush, each time begging me to go home with them for some real sleep. I could sleep when I knew he was going to be okay.

He had opened his eyes a few times, each time only for a few brief seconds before closing them again. Dr Woods explained that it was the effect of the heavy pain killers he was on, that they would make him extremely drowsy. The nurses told me that they were lessening the pain killers today, and giving him a chance to fully regain consciousness, to see how much his memory had been affected by the accident. I was hoping that his memory wouldn't be effected as much as Dr Woods said was a possibility, I selfishly wanted him to remember everything about our relationship, about our friends and family. But most of all, I just wanted him to be okay.

"Good morning Spencer, how are you today?" Dr Woods asked as he came in for Toby's morning round.

"About as good as yesterday morning, Doc. How is he?"

"We're going to try and bring him around today, Spencer. Hopefully you get the answers you've been waiting for. But Spencer, if he doesn't remember certain things, you can't get upset too quickly, as he will be disoriented when he wakes up, regardless of if his brain function was compromised or not. If we find, further down the line, that his brain functionality isn't what it used to be, there are different therapies and specialists that are available to help him. It isn't the end of the world, and you may find that he does remember everything. Even if he doesn't want to remember some things, he may."

"I know, thanks Doc."

"I know I keep repeating these things, Spencer, but I just need you to be prepared. He needs you to be strong for him right now."

I was trying. But it's so hard having the one you love most in the world unconscious after being crashed into by possibly the one individual who made our life a living hell for six years. I had a sinking feeling that A was behind all of this, and just when we were starting to get comfortable in our lives again, A swoops in and shakes things up.

I took Toby's hand again, needing his comfort, even though he couldn't really give it to me, his touch was all I needed. "You've gotta come around, Toby, I need you. We need to know who did this to you, is it who we think it is? Was it someone completely different? If it was, they would have come forward, right? They would have admitted it was them. Toby I'm so confused, please wake up. I'm right here, honey, I haven't left your side. If you just wake up you'll see that. I don't know if you can even hear me, Dr Woods said you can, but I don't know."

I watched over Toby, looking for any sign that he couldn't hear me, or could understand what I was saying. Nothing; no movement. I slumped back in the hard plastic chair, disappointment flooding my whole body. Before I knew it, I was drifting off again.

Four hours later…

I felt a hand dragging down my cheek, rousing me from my sleep. I opened my eyes, only to be met with blue staring back at me.

"There's my favourite pair of brown eyes," Toby says, his voice rough and scratchy from not using it for so long.

"Toby?"

"That's my name," he jokes, even though the situation we're in is no joking matter.

Then it clicked to me. "You remember me! Oh my God! Toby you know who I am!"

He looks at me questioningly. "Spence, we've been together for nearly five years, of course I remember who you are. How long have I been out?"

"About three days, do you remember anything that happened?"

He looks deep in thought for a long moment, as if he's trying to remember the details of the crash. "I remember bits and pieces, but…but I don't remember the accident at all. Am I supposed to remember? How am I supposed to tell the police what happened if I can't remember anything?"

The beeps from the machines attached to his hands chest begun beeping louder, his heart rate was increasing, the heartrate monitor was spiking. "Toby, you need to calm down, babe look at these monitors, see, the beeping means you're too worked up. You need to take some deep breaths, otherwise the nurses are going to come in here and sedate you, okay?" I placed his hand on my chest, over my heart, breathing deeply. "See, just like this. Copy me, breathe…that's it, there you go."

Just as Toby had calmed enough for the machines to start making the normal noises again, a young nurse with red hair came bustling through the door. "Ah, Mr Cavanaugh, it's good to see you're awake. I will get you some ice chips to suck on in a minute, you must be extremely thirsty."

Toby gave a grateful nod of his head, and I instantly felt horrible. I hadn't even thought about how dry his throat must be, having tubes and all sorts shoved down there. "My name is Natalia, I'll be just looking over your vitals now that you're awake, and we'll see about getting you some food later tonight. How are you feeling, Mr Cavanaugh?"

"Like hell, but it could be a lot worse, I guess. Is there any chance I could get some more medication? I think the other lot are starting to wear off, I've got a killer headache."

"Of course, I'll just me a minute." With that, she scurried out of the room.

We were talking softly for a few more minutes, and just as I was about to call our friends to let them know the good news, a delivery guy came hurrying into the room with a bouquet of flowers.

"Excuse me, miss? I have a delivery for Miss Spencer Hastings and Mr Tobias Cavanaugh, this is the room number I was provided."

"Yes, that's us, thank you." He gave me the flowers, and with a nod he hurried out of the room.

"Who are they from?" Toby asked, intrigued.

I reached to the centre of the bunch of flowers where there was a small card, with a message printed on it.

Sorry to hear about the accident, next time I'll be more careful…no witnesses.

~ A

A/N: Hey guys, I know this isn't medically correct, but it's fiction, and I'm writing how I wish things would happen. Thank you for being so patient with me to continue this story, I got a bad case of writer's block, but I'm back now! Thank you for your support, it means more to me than you'll ever know! Love you guys!