A/N: Sorry it's been a while, I've been kind of busy, this one's a little short, and maybe not my best, but I enjoyed writing it.(:

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-Bekah(: 33

*Nick's POV*

I've sat by Jeff's bedside ever since he called me that night.
That was three days ago.
He still hasn't woken up.

The doctors keep saying things like, 'his wounds are healing nice, but his subconscious doesn't want to wake up.'

All I know for sure are two things:

1. Jeff- My strong, beautiful Jeff is in a coma, and I don't know when, or even if he'll wake up.

and

2. His father is nowhere to be found.

He apparently fled the scene the second he saw me, knowing I had the police and an ambulance following me.
The police are looking for him, and I'm using all my strength not to join them on the search.
Except, if I went looking for him, I would find him and bring him to the police, but I can't promise if he'll be dead or alive.
Although, every time that thought comes to mind, I quickly push it to the back of my brain when I see my Jeff sitting there surrounded by various tubes and machines keeping him alive.

I feel a tear drop from behind my closed eyes. I'm actually surprised I have tears left considering all the crying I've done in the past few days.

I've talked to Jeff, sang to him, held his hand and kissed him, but nothing has happened. And I fear it never will. I know I'm being irrational, but I can't help but be terrified that he won't ever wake up, and then I'll be all alone, and I don't know if I can deal with being without the man I'm in love with. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with, get married, start a family.

Except he doesn't know those parts yet. I never got to tell him. And he might not ever know.
Now, I'm crying hard. My hands are wrapped around his left hand, with my forehead pressed against his unmoving fingers.

Blaine is here with Kurt, rubbing my back while I cry, but I hear the occasional sniffle coming from both boys, so I know now that they're having trouble holding it together as well.
I turn away from Jeff and am immediately surrounded by two sets of comforting arms, where some heart-wrenching sobs escape my chest.

Four days. No progress.

Five days. Nothing.

Six days. No change.

Seven Days. Unmoving.

Eight. A twitch of the fingers.

Nine. A flutter beneath the eyelids.

Ten. A shiver.

Eleven. A small sigh.

It happened on the Twelfth day.

I was sitting in my dorm with Wes, studying. Although, my thoughts weren't in my History textbook. They were about Jeff. That was when I got the call. I heard the ring, but I just didn't have the energy to pick it up.

For the past twelve days, I barely been eating, sleeping, talking even. Wes came to keep me company so I probably wouldn't drive myself insane.

I heard Wes pick up the phone.

"Nick's phone." Wes says lazily, I bet he hasn't gotten much sleep.

"Yes, yes he's here right now" He sounds...anxious?

"Really? No way!" No way? Who says that. Now, he's sounding excited? Hm.

"Yes Thank you!"

I heard him hung up and I looked over at him, tiredly. He was wearing a huge grin.

I raised my eyebrow questioningly.

"Jeff's awake!" he blurted out.

My heart stopped. Then restarted at an amazingly fast speed.

I was out of the room running down the stairs to the car park, vaguely registering Wes catching up to me and pulling me into his car, where David, Blaine, Kurt, and Thad were jumping in.

I hadn't even realized I was crying until I heard other sniffles from around the car, noticing every guy was a little teary-eyed. Then, I lost it.

I was sobbing uncontrollably into Kurt's welcoming arms, his shirt undeniably getting soaked with happy tears. Wow, Kurt's going to be pissed I messed up his clothes.

I pull back slightly, and whisper an apology that Kurt doesn't even acknowledge as we pull into the hospital parking lot.

Suddenly, I have a weird feeling in my stomach and pale instantly. Not sure where the sudden nerves come from, I hesitantly get out of the car and walk in to the dreaded facility. Wes is at the receptionist's desk, getting the room number.

Oh god, that's why I'm nervous.

Wes never said he was alright, just that he was awake.

What if he has brain damage? Or doesn't remember me?

Or, what if-

No Nick, snap out of it.

I look up to Wes who startled me out of my thoughts. He's holding a hand out to me which I gratefully take, as we head down to room 213.

We walked in there, and I can't help the whimper that comes out of my throat when I see Jeff.

His eyes are barely opened and he's still covered in bruises, but he is still the most beautiful man I see.

He looks up and I slightly see the corners up his mouth twitch up before I lunge myself at the chair beside his bed.

I grab his hand and beam when he squeezes it.

In the back of my mind a notice a flicker of something in his eyes-

but I push that thought to the back of my mind as I press a kiss to his cheek and he smiles. His smile was always one of my favorite things about him. The way his eyes crinkled up at the corners, the slight blush when I kissed his cheekbones.

"I love you" I say

He looks at me from under his eyelashes, "I love you too"

His eyes are drooping, so I know his medication is making him drowsy.

"Baby, go to sleep, you're tired. I'll be right here when you wake up."

"Promise?" he asks, and I swear I saw fear in his eyes.

I tear up before replying, "Promise. I will never leave you, Jeffy"

And for the next few hours, the only thought in my mind is the small smile playing on his lips after I told him goodnight, and gently kissed each closed eyelid.

And for the first time in twelve days,

I smile.

Hope you liked it! A little fluffy-ish(?) at the end so yeah!

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