God I love Joanna,

But she don't understand much.

I love it when our hands touch,

Knowing that I'm near.

He smiled at the nurse as he passed her doing her rounds. She nodded back at him, not needing to ask where he was headed. He glanced at the clock on the wall; he was five minutes later than usual. He continued to walk down the familiar white corridor, slightly faster than he had been. She had always hated it when he was late.

He entered the room cautiously, as always. She lay on the bed; still, unmoving, yet beautiful. Seeing her lying there broke his heart slightly. He wanted more than anything to see her smile, watch her laugh, hear her voice. He sat in his usual chair next to her, pulling it slightly closer to the bed.

"Sorry I'm late." He muttered, smiling at her. He sighed and began to talk to her; about his day, who he had seen, where he had been, the usual messages from the others wishing her to get well soon. He noticed the nurse walking past the window of the room watching him; she smiled encouragingly as she passed. He walked over and shut the door and carried on talking. He didn't know why he found it such a personal thing when he came to talk to her, after all the doctors had encouraged him to do it, but he preferred to be alone when he did. He knew that with her there he could talk about anything and part of him knew that she would be listening. Some people thought it was stupid talking to a coma patient, they compared it to talking to an empty room.

He leaned on the side of the bed, reaching for her hand and squeezing it gently. He didn't care what others said, coming and talking to her each day made him feel comforted, somehow closer to her. It was comforting for him to know at least he was near her. He found himself gazing at her perfect face; reminiscing on the long conversations they used to have late at night, clutching hot chocolate and cuddling together under a blanket.

"I love you, Jo." He whispered, squeezing her hand in slight desperation. Every visit got harder. Some days it seemed as if she would never wake at all, that it was hopeless.

He froze. Had he imagined it? A squeeze. A reply. He stood up urgently, his eyes fixed on her face. He squeezed her hand again, this time slightly harder. Once again her fingers twitched in reply. He held his breath in anticipation as her eyelids flickered.

The bright blue eyes he had been dreaming of opened, and looked at him as she uttered the words he had been longing to hear in reply for so long.

"I love you too, Tom."

This was written kinda quick, but the idea wouldn't get out of my head and i was bored.

The lyrics are from Little Joanna by McFly, and i don't own them.

I don't even know why i bother to put that anymore..

Anywayy, enjoy. and REVIEW. please?

love,

Ellie.

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