Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi
Even if you cannot hear my voice,
I'll be right beside you, dear.
-Run, Snow Patrol
Peter awoke a few hours later, feeling a soft, gentle hand holding onto his.
"Emma?" he asked, feeling a sharp jolt of pain in his right eye as he tried to open it.
"Peter! You're awake!" She cried, overjoyed.
"What happened?"
"Sean and Jay beat you up. Badly. You have two broken ribs, a fractured knuckle, your nose is broken, and a bad black eye on your right eye, it's swollen shut, Peter."
Laughing, Peter replied, "They got me good, didn't they?"
"Yes, they did. Your mom wants to press charges against them, but it's your decision."
"I want to, but I fought back, so I don't know if I can."
"Well, you didn't land them in a hospital bed, Peter!"
"Emma, calm down, I'm fine. I'm here, I'm alive aren't I?"
"Well you are, but you're not fine! You could have been killed, Peter! Killed! And then where would I be? Alone. And then Sean and Jay's plan to ruin my life would be complete, Peter! Is that what you want?"
"Emma! Calm down! I'm here, aren't I? You're overreacting again, and I can't take your drama right now!"
"Well, then maybe I should leave!"
"Maybe you should!"
"Maybe I will!" Emma huffed, and with that, she left Peter's hospital room, purposely slamming the door behind her, angry and frustrated.
The next morning, Emma awoke and remembered the fight she had with Peter the previous night. Feeling guilty, she threw her hair into a sloppy bun and slipped on a pair of jeans and a plain blue t-shirt with blue sneakers. Realizing it was a little chilly this early, she threw on Peter's sweatshirt she had taken from him when they first began going out. She then proceeded to head out to her black Jetta and closed the door, preparing to drive to the hospital and visit her boyfriend.
When her legs finally carried her to Peter's room, she gently knocked and cautiously entered Peter's room. Seeing Peter was asleep, she sat in the seat positioned next to his bed, and gently held his hand. Minutes after she did this, he awoke and squeezed her hand, smiling softly and kindly.
"I'm sorry about yesterday. I never should have said that, Peter. You were in the hospital from Sean and Jay and, and, and I just got carried away and I was scared and nervous and afraid..." Emma babbled at Peter, with an understanding look in his eyes.
"It's okay. You're scared and worried. I know that."
Emma smiled softly at Peter, and, very gently and tenderly, she kissed him, with as much love as she held in her body. When they broke apart, she stared into his blue eyes and laid her head next to his on his pillow, their hands still intertwined, face to face, noses touching.
"I love you so much, Peter. I never want to lose you, ever. You have been such an amazing influence on me and you make me feel so alive. I don't want to lose that feeling, Peter."
"You'll never lose me, Em. I love you too much to let that happen." he said, as he untangled their hands and reached up to stroke his fingers through her hair.
"Peter, when you get out of here, will you go with me to one of my therapy sessions? I want you to hear everything, because I've been keeping some details from you."
"I thought that we said no secrets."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't say these things, until now. I have the courage to now,"
"Well then, in that case, I'd love to go. But from this point on, no more secrets."
"I promise, but after you go, there will be no more secrets left to tell." Emma smiled, and kissed him lightly before staring into his eyes and falling asleep next to him.