Hello! I'm back (I think)! Sorry I haven't updated, I decided to take a break from writing and read other fanfics, which has definitely helped me to get back to writing. I really want to start another story but must finish my other two first! Thanks to all the great reviewers, I really appreciate it! Apologies in advance about any medical inaccuracies about Sam's state; I have never been in a coma and nobody I know has so I am just writing about how I might imagine it be! Anyways enjoy!

Sam's POV:

They say people can hear you in comas. Some say it simply to please the family, others say it like it is magical, like a fairytale. But being in one is no fairytale. Day in, day out, not being able to move, speak or communicate. Having lie there while one family member rambles on, and another doesn't know what to say. Being asked questions like 'how are you' and wishing you could answer them, but you can't. And most of all, that empty hole of blackness. I remembered how when I was a child, I could close my eyes and the blackness would soon transform into colourful patterns. Right now, my eyes are closed but there are no patterns. Just darkness. Oh, and you know how they say it's peaceful, like dreaming? It's not. It's like a living hell. Bound together by an invisible force, trying to escape.

On the other hand, it does give me a lot of time to think. When I don't feel like I might be overwhelmed by the sense of entrapment, it can be fairly relaxing to just contemplate over thoughts. And I've been doing that a lot lately. Thinking about the future, and the past.

You would look at me back then and think I was crazy. He was almost 15 years older than me and that seemed to be absurd. But not to me. To me, he was grumpy, social awkward and frustrating. To me, he was Dylan. And I loved him. I may have been young and naïve but at that time, I cared for him. They say opposites attract, but we weren't exactly opposites. We both never cared for a bedside manner, and found it hard to empathise with patients. I never tried to impress him, and he never tried to impress me. We didn't mind that. It was a comfortable relationship, maybe not like you'd expect a relationship to be, but to us, it was just fine.

Then we got married. Nowhere fancy, just a small reception at the local church. Few family attended but we didn't mind. We went home as if nothing had happened, and in essence, nothing had. We had always been together, but now it was just legal. He was a Mr Keogh and I was a Mrs Keogh.

But it didn't last forever. It started off simply, as it always does. He wanted a boat, I wanted a house. He wanted a dog, I wanted a cat. We fought a lot in those first months. We eventually settled down in a boat, with a cat. A compromise. I still wasn't happy though. And when I dropped the bombshell on him that I wanted to go to Afghanistan, it put him over the edge. I left within two days. I received a letter 3 weeks later telling me that he'd got a dog and given our cat to my mum to be looked after. Typical Dylan. He always cared more about that dog than me. A dog couldn't fight back, or argue. It was taking the easy route, the thing that Dylan's life revolves around.

I thought I could never learn to love and its rules again. Turns out, love doesn't care about rules.

From the first moment we met, he always cared. The first thing he asked was If I was okay. He offered to take over from my duties of looking after the casualties. In fairness it was only because he didn't like flying, but I could tell he cared. And he's never stopped. Even since we shared that first kiss, it's been perfect love. Well, nearly perfect.

I waiting for Tom to open my New Year's present to him. He said he would open it after the shift, in the pub, with me. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw what was inside. That was until I saw him chatting up that blonde. I didn't know whether to be annoyed or not. But then he offered her a drink and asked whether she wanted to 'talk'. Well that made up my mind. I never did see the look on his face when he opened my present.

After that, and a few more arguments, we managed to get over it. He came to America to find me, and I realised he really did love me. He would do anything for me.

And that's a good thing, because while I've been thinking, I had a idea. A very big idea. And I sincerely hope that Tom still does love me, because if not, I don't know what to do for the rest of my life...

SPOILER ALERT! The chapter after this is the LAST chapter! Yes, last! So please review, because I want to do a massive shout out to EVERYONE that has reviewed (if you are a guest, please leave your name in your review so that I can thank you too!). I'm still carrying on with I Remember but then I'm starting a new story which is quite different.

So, what do you think Sam's big idea is? If you read past chapters, you might have a clue :)

Anyways, please review and thanks for reading!

Hannah xx