Chapter 25: Our First Time Meeting like This

Jack POV:

It wasn't until three days later, that Elsa was allowed to be visited. When that time came, I was the happiest I had been in almost a week.

My wheelchair rolled down the hospital hallway, I made my way to my wife's hospital room. I braced myself, she could look worse than I anticipated. I hoped that wasn't the case, she couldn't possibly have that much damage done to herself physically, right?

I was wrong.

The nurse slowly opened the door.

"You'll have a few minutes." She whispered before leaving.

I couldn't see her, since there was a curtain covering the view of the bed. I wheeled myself towards it and slowly pushed the drape away from my vision and unveiled the most agonizing sight I had seen in a long time. Her body was laying on the bed, she was wearing a hospital gown identical to the one I was wearing. In the few days that had passed, some of her physical injuries had healed enough. The left side of her face was covered in scratches, cuts and bruises. Probably from where she collided with the pavement. My eyes traveled down to her arms, they were also bruised, cut and she even had a cast on her wrist. Her chest heaved up and down in gentle breathing. I sighed as a tear rolled down my cheek. I grabbed hold of her hand, they were cold, but they were still her hands. The outer corner of my mouth turned up as I warmed her hands,

"You and your cold hands..."

My hand trailed to her womb, where she had once held our child. I was gentle, careful not to hurt any wounds the hospital gown might be covering. One hand on her stomach, the other with my fingers intertwined in hers. I was suddenly overwhelmed with grief. I cried silently, tears fell on her blanket.

'Why?' I wondered

"Why did you do this to her?" I asked angrily.

I don't know who that question was directed to. All I knew was that I was angry, I wanted everything to go back to the way it was. I didn't want this.

I should've been the one get hit by the car. It should've been me. It should've been me who fell into a coma. Elsa didn't deserve any of this. She's not a mother anymore, she has slim chances of ever waking up. So, why?!

I was sobbing at this point. I had all these questions, and I couldn't get any answers. I was doomed to see my wife in this state and I can't do a single thing about it.

I don't think I'd ever cried like this before. But there was nothing else I could do. All I could do was sit here, crying while holding her hand.

"Elsa." I whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let this happen to you. To our baby."

"You need to wake up. You need to wake up and get out of here." I told her, "I want to take you home. With me."

"So please…" I sobbed, "Wake up."

"If you wake up, I'll be quiet, I promise." I cried, "I'll give you your peace. I won't be that obnoxious husband until you want him."

My grip got tighter as I buried my face in her hand. I couldn't handle this now, how was I going to handle this a week, a month or even a year from now?

My crying was interrupted by a quiet knock at the door, "Mr. Frost, I'm afraid that's all for today."

I wiped my tears, "I'll be right out."

I held her hand one more time and kissed her fingertips.

"I love you." I reminded her, "I'll wait for you, Snowflake."

Just before I let go, I could swear she squeezed my hand.

When two weeks passed, I had moved from a wheelchair to crutches. d September

Another week passed, September started, and I was finally able to walk on my own. The only one who seemed to be getting better was me, until another three days passed and Elsa was taken off her ventilator since she was able to breathe on her own.

Chances are slim, so why does my hope grow higher?

Even though I didn't understand why, I somehow knew that things were going to get better.

My Word was malfunctioning so this chapter might have some errors. Sorry, it's so short, I didn't really have a lot of inspiration for this chapter. Sorry guys ;-;

Love,

~Amy