Authors note: So this chapter is going to be sort of confusing. The italics will be what's happening in Sarah's coma-induced dreams. The regular will be Jareth.
Jareth pressed his lips to hers softly. Sarah looked into his beautiful crystal eyes and smiled. The white fabric of her dress billowed out like a cloud around her. She looked like a real princess.
The lifeless body layed on the bed, the chest rising and falling in laboured breaths. He couldn't stand seeing her as a colorless corpse like figure. He was monitoring her daily. He demanded goblins clean up the blood that leaked onto the stone by the stairs. He wouldn't stop fighting for the heart that so desperately wanted to stop beating.
He spent all night listening to the irratic thumping and sharp raspy breathing coming from her frail form, fearing any breath could be the last.
"Jareth? I'm so glad you forgave me,"
He smiled at her and pulled her close to his slender body. The smell of fresh flowers swirled around them and Sarah felt complete bliss. She had her Jareth, what else did she need?
Every stutter her heart made drove him mad. He sang quiet songs to her as she layed there, he refused to just let her die. If only he'd sent her home, or told her he loved her. Why did pride always have to get in the way? Her head was bandaged up and there was a deep stain on it from when it had been bleeding.
The goblins told him it was lost, he should give up. He wouldn't, couldn't, just let her die. He was too much a part of her. Pride was deadly.
The sunlight was shining down on the couple completely high off the others very presence. Their love was all that was needed to live, as long as she had him she needed nothing else. His queen was found.
He listened to her heart intently. He never stopped praying, "Please Sarah, don't die on me." He kissed her lips softly and counted the number of beats her feeble heart made.
He kissed her with passion. She had never felt anything so wonderful.
He slowly drifted into the first sleep he'd had all week. His dreams were blissful, she was breathing. She was far away from him before he could hurt her anymore than he just had.
He embraced her frail form and kissed her lightly. She had never wanted anything as much as him, no book, no stuffy, no doll or costume. He was her everything.
He woke up groggily after an hour of sleep, too worried to sleep any longer. He couldn't let her out of his sight, any moment could be his last. When she woke up she'd surely want to be away from someone that caused her such pain. He lightly touched her face, crying softly. He never wanted anything more than her, no desire for power or castle could even compare to the amount he wanted to be with her. Why did everything have to be so hard? He rested his head in his hands and sobbed silently.
His hands felt perfect on her body, like they belonged there. She sighed, content. Slowly a pain began to hit her head. Her entire dream crashed down around her and she remembered it all. His cruel face, his anger, the fall, splitting pain, complete blackness. Through all the pain, she still needed him. He'd never take her back though. Breathing got harder for her...
Her heart was beating faster and faster. His head shot up and he stared with a horror stricken face before it faltered out. No! He wouldn't let her! He cried and began pounding against her chest. One, two, three, nothing. He breathed air into her lungs and continued, one, two, three. She couldn't just be gone. She was too young. He needed her.
Another lung full of air, one, two, three. Her heart made a feeble start. He collapsed beside her, panting. He knew he needed her now. He'd never take her for granted again. Fuck his pride, this was a human life. He'd gladly take her place.