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Author's Note: Done! Finally had time to type this up. I probably won't have another fic for awhile since I will be working on a short series of my own creation, which will be posted on deviant art, my link to my page is on my profile. I'd love if people checked it out.
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Waking up and passing out repeatedly was getting annoying. I kept my eyes closed and tried to pin point what woke me up this time. It was voices. One belonged to Auggie, that much I was sure, the other was a cold familiar female voice. It had to be Joan.
"You should go home, Auggie. Get some rest, and get something to eat."
"I'm fine, Joan." He sounded frustrated.
"She'll be fine without you for awhile. She's barely even conscious most of the time. You haven't even been home since that day." I assumed that day was the day I got shot, but I couldn't be sure because I don't know why Joan had a hard time saying it, maybe to avoid upsetting Auggie.
"I can't just leave her here by herself, and let her wake up all alone in a strange place. With her sister busy with her girls, I won't leave her. What if something goes wrong? I couldn't live with myself…" His voice trailed off into a low mumble and I couldn't hear what he was saying exactly.
"This wasn't what I had in mind when I said take a some time off from work." His laugh just sounded sad.
"How long have you been nagging me to use my vacations days?" They were both quiet for a moment.
"You really love her don't you?" I held my breath waiting for his answer, but it didn't come. "Alright, call me if you need anything, or if anything changes with Anne."
"Thanks Joan, I will." What had been his answer? Had he looked disgusted or offended? Had he nodded or shook his head? Did he love me? Had she meant it only as friends? "She's my best friend, and I just can't leave her." I rolled away from the door. I was only a friend, and that was all I would ever be. I felt tears rolls down my cheeks as my shoulders shook with my silent sobs. I heard him walk in the room again. He headed back towards his seat by my side, but a foot away he paused and turned towards me, his eyes searching frantically in my direction.
"Annie?" He came to the head of the bed and dropped to his knees. His hands reached out and felt their way to my wet cheek. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Everything inside of me was telling me to lie, but I couldn't, not to my Auggie.
"My heart." I rasped out in between sobs. He looked confused, than realization hit him.
"How much did you hear?"
"Everything, up until the part where you said you didn't love me." He wiped my tears away, but his thumb brushed lower until it ran over my bottom lip, and he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"I do love you Annie. How could I not?" Another tear slipped out.
"Not just as a friend?"
"Of course as a friend," I felt my heart break inside of my chest, "But as so much more too. When you got shot I…I was so…so afraid. I thought I was going to lose you. You are the only thing that has been worth living for since I lost my sight. I love you Annie Walker."