A/N: Heyyyyyyy again wooo chapter 25 that should be like a milestone or something :D Sooooooo... yep not much necereally happens in this chapter but yo get to se Simon's feelings and blah blah blah

I'm so amazing at A/N's *she says with insane sarcasm* :)

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Chapter 25:I was jealous of someone and was sulking around... is that bad?

Simon's POV

Simon was now the only one left in the room. Everyone had gone to see Jamie because apparently he had done drawings of the guy. Simon was surprised when Jem said that Jamie had been haunted by that night ever since, although guilt did go through Simon to know that Jamie was having a bad time trying to face it, Simon still blamed Jamie. Simon needed someone to blame because otherwise Cris would be lying still before him, unable to react to anything because of nothing.

Magnus had clocked off early to go with them and confirm they were the same guy and they all had to go to convince Jamie to show them the drawing. Well they didn't all have to go but Jem definitely did and the girls wanted to know about the verdict first. They said they would text Simon as soon as they found out whether the guy Magnus described was the same guy who tried to get Cris at Nephilim Academy and who tried again to get Cris at Jamie's.

Simon wanted to go but everyone refused his presence as, one, Jamie hated Simon and wouldn't do anything to help them if it involved him and, two, they didn't want to leave Cris alone as they thought she had been alone way too much lately. Doctors can't be the best company, Simon thought.

He held her hand with his left, only to find coldness radiating from it, Simon sighed wanting to have her warmth envelop him. He looked up at her face; lightly closed eyelids hiding the windows to her soul that were decorated with blue and green light. Her dark eyelashes were fanned out from her eyes, like they were bars protecting her soul from every evil.

Simon gave a sad smile as he thought, every evil that resides out of her, she has plenty of demons inside. He then gave a ghost of a touch on her cheek, lightly skimming over her pale cheeks which normally had a pink hue.

He gently glided his thumb over her lips, which despite everything remained a pale pink. He felt a sudden urge within him that he couldn't describe. Simon hated to feel like that, like he wanted something that he could not have.

Suddenly without Simon wishing to a memory surfaced in his mind, it wasn't one that happened long ago but recently, very recently. In fact it was when they all left the room, Simon didn't want to notice it but he did. The way Jem paused in the doorway, he had looked back at Cris and Simon could clearly see pain and resistance in his eyes.

If Simon knew anything, it was quite obvious from that, that Jem liked Cris, and not only a bit. Simon saw how hard it was for Jem to leave Cris then and, to be honest, it hurt Simon. Simon hated the way Jem looked at Cris, like she was the only thing that mattered in that moment and Simon would be lying if he didn't want to strangle Jem for it.

Simon hated the way he hated Jem for it, he hated the way he was so jealous, he hated the way he felt as if he had no chance. Stupid brain, I said I was only going to be Cris' friend and I meant it. Simon thought even though he wanted to be so much more, he didn't want Cris to know because she'd probably just reject him and if she didn't want to be friends because of Simon's actions and feelings, he wouldn't be able to handle that.

He needed Cris and that would never change even though she doesn't need him.

He sighed and lifted his thumb off her lips and he went to twirling a piece of her dark chocolate hair in between his fingers. Her hair felt like soft strands of silk in between his fingertips and he relished the feel of it.

Tears streamed down Simon's face as he held on to her hand like he could pull Cris out of the darkness she probably resided in. Droplets fell on to her hand and rolled off her abnormally pale cold skin, leaving trails down her hand.

"Cris, you have no idea the effect you can have," Simon said softly just murmuring out the words. He hated how weak he was then, crying onto her when he should've been doing something to help her. He felt useless but he couldn't bring himself to leave her side.

His phone went off then, the sound of the TARDIS filled the room. He pulled his hand out of the strands of Cris' hair and reached into his pocket.

The message read: Magnus said the drawing was identical to the guy at the hospital. Iz

Simon swallowed down the bit of nervousness he felt and he suddenly felt really protective of Cris. They guy to tried to kidnap her, had come to visit her in hospital, why? He didn't seem like a stupid guy who would try to kidnap someone in a coma, if her equipment was un-hooked she would die. What would be the point in kidnapping a dead person? So that left the question, why did he come to visit her?

Simon's brain filled with questions as he replied: Does Magnus know his name?

Izzy's reply was immediate; Yeah, the name he gave was Rhys Jones, do you think it's fake?

Well, it is a welsh name so it would make sense if it was real but we're dealing with psychos, so who knows Simon replied but that was presuming what he thought was true.

So you think he's Cris' brother or something? Izzy asked.

Yeah I mean it would make sense, he did look a lot like her and it would explain why he wanted her… to some degree, Simon replied not really wanting to talk (well, text) about it while Cris was in front of him, even if she was oblivious to the world.

About five minutes later Izzy replied saying, Yeah, I guess, anyway we'll talk about it later, do you want us to pick you up?

That depends whose driving? :)

Jem :( He won't let me drive T-T Simon laughed lightly at Izzy's reply.

Yeah, sure then Simon answered her earlier question. He didn't really want to leave but it was now, like, 5:30 and Simon was getting hungry, plus his mum would probably be worried if he was late without letting her know. She had become rather protective lately and while Simon was happy that she cared, he hated it.

Boooo, okay we'll be there in five Izzy sent and this made Simon give another small laugh.

Simon didn't bother replying since he had nothing to say so he slid his phone back in his pocket and tangled his fingers in her hair. He rested his forehead against their intertwined hands and took a deep breathe while more tears leaked from his eyes and on to their joined hands.

"Cris," Simon breathed as if savouring the word, the way it sounded on his lips. "I love you!" he whispered sounding desperate even to his own ears.

"I love you, god dammit" He said his voice rising in volume. "And I don't even have the guts to tell you until you bloody can't hear me anyway"

But it probably doesn't even matter how I feel because you probably don't feel the same. And I didn't want to tell you because I know you would just reject me and then you won't want to see me at all," Simon ranted on no longer caring how loud he was.

"I don't want that, if I don't see you one day then no matter what happens, it is a bad day," Simon was no almost pleading into the mattress as his head still lay on their hands. "I love you, so damn much and all I want is to see your face every day because your beauty and personality just make me happy beyond comprehension,"

Simon then gave a dark chuckle "It doesn't matter, you can't hear me and that rant took something out of me so I don't think I'll be doing that again soon, not that I have anyone who will be able to hear me then, unless by some miracle you wake up and even then I probably won't repeat myself, in fear"

"Cris just wake up, that's all we want, that's all I want. If I could ask for anything, I could have anything in the world, every fandom piece that ever existed but I don't want that. I want you!" He said staring at her closed eyes. Somewhere deep down, Simon was hoping she could hear him and that she'd at least twitch or something in response but no she remained the forbidden angel statue: cold, unmoving and viewed for its magnificence.

Simon sighed, lifted his head and stood up with his shoulders slumped. Was I really thinking that she'd wake up for me, I must be a real idiot!

He carefully removed his hands from her body and he stepped forward planting a delicate kiss on her cheek. Sliding his hand across her face, he glanced over at the door. He removed his hand from her face and walked slowly over to the door.

He gave one last glance at the fallen angel and closed the door.

Or he was about to but he heard a faint strangled sound coming from inside, Simon looked back in the room but nothing had moved or seemed to have made the sound. He glanced over Cris and noticed her lips were open slightly. Could it be… No! I'm hearing and seeing things. Simon thought, closing the door behind him and heading out of the hospital.