Awakening

The last thing that ran through Connor's mind before he died was Abbey's face, when she held him while she bled. Her deep ocean blue eyes, the way her short blond hair fell perfectly around her skinny but perfect face. Yes the last thing that ran through Connor Temple's mind before he entered Gods embrace was his first true love of his life, Abbey Maitland.

He felt a sharp jolt in his chest when his heart restarted. His eyelids were too heavy to open, he felt like all his limbs were on fire. He could hear someone sniffling in the corner and the soft beeping of his heart monitor. Wait a second, someone was crying. He thought to himself. Of course someone was crying you idiot, who do you think, said a small voice in the back of his head. And you call yourself a genius.

Connor ignored the pain and strain, and opened his eyes. His vision was a bit blurred but he could make out the outline of the things in the room. Most of the people were medics, dressed in their black uniform with a red cross on the arm shoulder. There were two people who caught his eye. Crouched down in the middle of the floor was someone else in black. His jet black hair that was messed up in the back, the long gash going down his arm, Connor knew instantly who it was. Hilary Becker was holding a sobbing blond young woman, who he loved with all his heart. She was watching the monitor with deep concentration in her eyes.

'Abbey'. His voice was weak and barely a whisper.

Her head snapped in his direction. She leapt to her feet knocking Becker and a medic over. She didn't care, she didn't even look back, and all she wanted to do was to get to Connor. After what felt like a lifetime she reached, she reached the side of his bed. Flinging herself on her knees she burst into tears and she frantically reached for him, something that would tell her he was really alive.

'Sssh, I'm her,' Connor whispered pulling the sobbing blond into the bed beside him. Abbey willingly followed and nuzzled her face into his chest. The young man kissed the top of her blond hair lightly while she snuggled closer into him.

'You're here'. She whispered happily, gazing up into his bruised face.

'And I'm not going anywhere, I promise'. His voice was still very weak but it was getting stronger, and Abbey caught every word. She sat up and cupped his face in her hands pulling him closer to her. Connor placed his hand and rested it on the side of her face. Abbey felt her heart skip a beat. Connor leaned in and his lips found hers. The y kissed gently at first but then it deepened and got more passionate.

They broke apart when they heard a loud crash. Connor glanced over Abbey's shoulder and saw Becker mopping up a shattered glass of a deep red liquid that looked a lot like of blood. Becker turned around and saw Connor watching him. He smiled at the broken geek whose face lit up when he smiled back. Abbey turned to see who he was looking at. She smiled when she saw Connor's face all lit up. Becker walked over to the bed and said, 'Good to see you Temple,' he smiled slapping him on the shoulder. Connor moaned when Becker's hand connected with his shoulder.

'Sorry,' Becker muttered embarrassed. Abbey turned to give out to Becker when she kicked Connor's broken shin. Connor shouted and jumped out in pain clutching his leg. His jump caused Abbey to fall out of the bed and was caught by Becker inches from the ground. Abbey picked herself off the floor cursing her silently. She sat on the edge of the bed again and motioned for him to lean on her. Connor scrunched up his face and dragged himself into a sitting position, leaning on Abbey's chest. He could fell the rise and fall of her chest of her heavy breathing, and the soft beat of her heart.

'How you feeling, mate?' Becker asked in his concerned captaincy voice.

'What an idiotic question, captain,' Connor retorted.

'Sorry I forgot when I hit your shoulder'.

'How could you forget, I'm in a hospital bed covered in bruises for cryin out loud'.

'Abbey kicked your leg why aren't you giv-'

'Oh for Gods sake Becker can't you see he's not right,' Abbey hissed.

'Sorry Conn shouldn't have acted up'. Becker said apologetically.

'No you shouldn't'.

'Hey!' Abbey scolded, tapping his shoulder. Connor flinched but didn't say anything.

'How come you're being nice to him?' Becker whined like a preschool child. Abbey gave him a filthy look, turned back to the young man leaning on her. 'Sorry Connor,' she said laying him back on the pillows. 'I'll be back in a minute'. She lightly kissed on the lips and got up.

She grabbed Becker by the shoulders and steered him out of the room, like a stern parent leaving a shop with a mischievous child. Outside she slammed him against the wall and slapped his face non to gently.

'Hey!' he shouted shocked. 'Abbey, what in Gods name?'

Abbey ignored him. 'What the bloody hell happened in there? Connor just got the crap beaten out of him, stabbed and died for more than five minutes and you decide to pick a fight with him. What is wrong with you? What if you pushed him to far huh what if he went into a fit or something. I will not lose him again, I won't'. She was on the verge of tears again. 'Now you go back in there and apologise,' she ordered opening the door to go back in. Abbey turned around to leave a gob smacked Becker in the corridor, when she saw Connor asleep among the pillows.

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