I'm sorry it's been so long since i've updated this. Life has been going on and things happen. But here it is, chapter 10. I'm not really sure where i'm going to go with this, but i would really love some ideas. So just message me! Please review and let me know what you think.

and i'm sorry it's not longer. =/


It had been two weeks since Alfred's accident, and two weeks since Bruce and I had put our guards down and stopped being ignorant about our love. Right now the only thing that could make life better was for Alfred to wake up and have a full recovery, but the chances for that right now were still pretty low.

As a doctor, I know the chances of him being able to wake up and be the same and those chances were not good. Over a certain period of time the brain starts decreasing it's activity while in a coma, the organs become more reliable on machines and medication.

I keep trying not to think about it and get myself to focus on the positive side of things. But I've always been a pessimist.

"Hey." Bruce said while walking into the cafeteria. He pulled up a chair beside me and sat down.

"Hey." I replied.

A few moments of silence fell between us before either one of us said a word.

"I want a few kids and a dog." He said.

"What?" I asked flabbergasted. "Where did that come from?"

"I've been in a hospital for 2 weeks and I've seen people who are sick and have their whole family with them, comforting them and loving them. Then on the other hand, I've seen people who are sick and have no one. They are completely alone. I don't want that to be me."

"We will go buy you a dog today then." I said trying to make light of the conversation.

"You are not funny. And I'm serious."

"Okay, I'm sorry I was making fun of you." I said.

.buzz.

I grabbed my pager from my hip and looked down at the screen.

Emergency. RM 423.

"Wait. That's Alfred's room." I thought to myself.

I jumped out of the chair and dashed for his room, knocking over a flower cart on my way. When I reached his room there was numerous doctors gathered around the bed talking. I rushed in.

"What's going on?" I asked urgently.

"He's awake." One of them answered.

At that very moment a wave of relief flowed over me. I walked over to the bed and looked him in the eyes.

"Alfred." I whispered. "Alfred." I barely said before I busted into tears.

"I'm so sorry Alfred. If I wouldn't have moved here and made everything so complicated, you wouldn't be lying her hooked to a thousand machines…"

"Miss Madeline" he whispered, "Miss Madeline, please stop crying."

I looked up to see him smile at me weakly. I reached over all the cords and tubes and gave him a hug, apologizing again several times in the process.

After several minutes and a exam of his vital signs, Alfred was unhooked from a majority of the machines. I told him I would be back in few, after I check some things.

When I walked out of his room I found Bruce sitting in one of the waiting room chairs with his head between his legs. As I approached him closer, I noticed he was crying.

"Bruce, what's wrong?" I asked while taking a seat next to him.

"How can you be so emotionless in a time like this?" he spat.

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw how you ran when your pager went off for Alfred's room, and I saw them take all the machines away." He cried.

"Oh, no. Bruce they are taking the machines away because Alfred woke up."

"He's alive?" he asked.

"Yes."