Comatose

Scars and bruises cover him whole, broken ribs and a gash on his head wrapped tightly in a wrap… while she only has a cut on her cheek.

He hated hearing all those words tumble out her mouth. He couldn't move, his body refused to and his eyes refused to open. He dreamed about darkness and black, but he daydreamed of waking up to see green eyes above him.

It had been three months and Patricia was fading from him slowly. The Doctor says he won't make it, but Eddie felt fine. It only felt as if he went to sleep yesterday and was sleeping in. But he knew that coma patients don't usually make it.


Eddie never realized until now that Patricia was his other half.

His insides twisted and his heart seemed to go cold without the bickering and the laughter. His body barely twitched but it wanted to. He needed to hug her and kiss her and wipe the tears away and be as mushy as all the movies she and Joy watched.

Dreams wouldn't comfort him, he needed something human, someone with feelings and a soul... more specifically, a redhead green-eyed beauty.


She's curled up crying when he finally opens his eyes.

Suddenly all the pain is gone, and he wrapped his arms around her and hangs his head on hers. She sobs harder though she's smiling.

"Never ever do that to me again." She cries. They kiss, and love never felt so real to them in that small moment that would be of many.