If time is all I have, I'll waste it all on you. Each day I'll turn it back, it's what the broken-hearted do.
"I'm.. Carla I'm your husband" Carla's eyes flicker to the ring on his finger and then down to the one on her own, frustration flooding her body as she tries to remember something about this man. She searches her mind, her memories and yet there's nothing. She cannot even remember the name of the man she is apparently married to.
She shakes her head gently, trying not to disturb the wires "I don't know who you are" She chokes back on her sob, bringing her hand up to her mouth.
Peter had to get out of there, feeling suffocated and at a complete loss. He can't understand how she can forget the last four years of her life, their life. The life they had built together, worked so hard to keep going, and against everything they had made it. Only for it to be seemingly snatched away in a moment of hell.
He runs away from the room, and leans his head on the wall as tears brim in his eyes. He cannot believe how unfair everything seems and in a moment of anger he punches the vending machine with a loud thud, instantly drawing blood to his knuckles.
"Mr Barlow?" Peter recognises the nurse as the one from Carla's room, the same one that told him she was doing well only hours before.
"You said she's be okay! She doesn't even know who I am!"
"Mr Barlow, your wife had a very severe head trauma and there are some injuries that cannot be foreseen until the patient awakes. Mrs Barlow is suffering from amnesia due to the bang she received in the crash but it is almost definite that she will recover"
"How long?"
"It's not possible to say for-"
"How long?"
"Days, weeks, longer maybe" Peter sinks down against the floor, placing his head in his hands as the nurse walks away. He finally allows his tears to fall as his heart breaks for what might happen next.
Carla lay in her hospital bed, trying to piece things together but finding it impossible. She was married, but not to her partner? She couldn't ever imagine falling out of love with Dan, he'd been her saviour and he'd helped her through so much. She allowed her head to flop back against the pillow, unable to comprehend what was happening. She eventually let sleep overpower her, hoping her dreams would be a safer place.
...
The music began playing as Carla linked arms with Hayley, who she had asked to give her away. Michelle, Carla's maid of honour and Maria, stood behind them, all dressed in deep red, knee length dresses. Carla wore the first white dress she had ever worn for a wedding, it flowed out like a summer dress, with small detailed flowers sewn onto it. She wore her hair clipped to the side, curled with pearls adorning a few of her raven strands.
Kieron stood next to Peter, having glanced a look behind him at his wife, and Peter's bride to be. "She looks a million dollars mate" he whispered to Peter, who answered with a grin.
Carla made her way up the aisle, her heart beating so hard she thought it may burst. The walk up to her groom seemed to last a life time but eventually Peter's eyes met with hers, and she felt instantly as ease again.
"You look amazing baby" He whispered as he took her hands in his own, having not seen her since early the day before he was desperate to kiss and hold her.
"You don't look to bad yourself" Carla smiled and then prized her eyes away from Peter's to face the Vicar.
The ceramony was almost finished as the pair shared their vows and stood smiling at each other like a pair of teenagers. They listened as the Vicar spoke for a few more moments before they exchanged rings. Carla smiled as she felt Peter's hands shake whilst placing the ring on her finger. "Nervous baby?" She whispered with a small giggle.
Peter shock his head and smiled back at her. "Not nervous, happy"
Carla's heart swelled with love as it was announced they were now husband and wife and Peter sighed with relief as his lips finally met Carla's. "Mrs Barlow" Peter spoke into her lips "Suits you Car"