Rob's POV:
I walked into mine and Beck's apartment really worried about him. I called him a million times and he didn't answer.
"Beck?" I called from the door. I looked into the kitchen and saw there were shards of glass everywhere. My heart started beating faster. "BECK?" I called again. I walked over to the bedroom and saw him laying bed. I didn't notice until I got closer that he was bleeding. "Oh my god, Beck!" I started to cry, checking his pulse. He was still alive, but not by much. I took off my jacket and held it against his wrist. I took his cell phone and called 911 as fast i could barely able to see the keys. "Common, Beck, don't do this to me.." I cried. The police answered and I asked for an ambulance. I tried to wake him up but to no avail. "Please, Beck." I looked to the left on the table and saw his note. I suddenly got so mad. How could he do this to me? I could hear the silence in the distance. They better hurry. God, they better hurry.
And in that moment, for the first time in a long time, I prayed for God to save him for me.
I prayed for hours at the hospital.
In fact, I prayed for months.
Because Beck was in a coma.
As Stephen King said: "Hope is a good thing - maybe the best thing, and no good thing ever dies."
My hope that Beck would live would never die. I sat by his bed side for a period of 6 months. The doctors told me that based on how much medicine was in his system that if he wakes up he will be alright. I hoped that were right. In most cases, when a person overdoses on sleeping pills they will go into a coma, wake up, and eventually (due to long term problems) die. Apparently he could have acute amnesia. But, according to the doctor, Beck wont have any other problems when he wakes up.
If he wakes up.
If he wakes up...
That thought kept echoing through my mind. Every single day. I never left his side. Only to shower. Jade, Cat, and Tori have been coming around a lot. Andre hasn't came by once. Not once. It's the one hundred eighty second day I'm in the hospital with Beck. Jade just walked in to see him. She has been a wreck. Just like me.
"When does the doctor think he will wake up?" She asked.
"They don't know." I said, stroking his hand. "I hate seeing him like this. All broken and handicapped. I'm used to him being the strong one. The one that could get us through anything. You know...in high school I would come over crying because people were making fun of me and he just...always knew how to calm me down and make everything okay. Y'know? I can't loose him. If loose him I'll loose myself, Jade." I brushed his hair back with my fingers. "They say that...when people are in a coma they can hear everything...imagine that. That must be torture." I said.
"Yeah..." She agreed.
"It's been so long since I've heard his voice...I miss it. I just want to hear him talk again."
"He will." She promised.
"I hope so." I whined, laying my forehead on his arm.
Beck's POV:
I can hear Rob talking. I can hear the doctors. I can hear Jade and Cat and Tori. But, not once have I heard my so-called best friend. I failed. I should have died but I failed. Now I'm putting my fiance through hell. He cries every night. Actually, he cries every time he is alone with me. I can hear all of that. I just wish that I could tell him that everything will be okay...
Robbie's POV:
Jade and I are sitting by Beck's side. We are trying to make the most of our situation. We're joking around, laughing. She's telling me stories about Beck that I never knew and I'm telling her some that she never knew. I looked over at Beck, running my thumb across the hand I'm holding. I saw a smile cross his lips. He was smiling.
"Jade...do you see that?" I asked.
"Yeah..." She said looking at him. "He must be waking up." She encouraged. But, I didn't get my hopes up yet. "He likes the sound of your laugh. He's probably heard nothing but your crying lately." I leaned closer to Beck and fixed his hair.
"Babe, please, if you can hear me...try to come back." I begged, trying not to cry again. I knew he was trying. I just knew it.
Beck's POV:
I thought that if I tried hard enough I could wake myself up. I had to wake up for Rob. I've been trying. I feel my life slowly coming back to me. The light is fading. You know, It's true, what they say about the light. There is a light. And since I've been in this near death state I have been trying with everything in me to stay far, far away from it. I wanted to die. Initially. But now, now that I see how it is effecting everyone that I love...I don't wanna die. I can't die. The light is fading faster as this realization is clicking in my mind. I can feel Rob's head laying on my hands and my eyes slowly blink open.