Timmy's POV:

I slowly became aware of a pounding headache, and instinctively attempted to scrunch my eyes against the pain. To my surprise, I found that my eyelids were like leaden weights, unable to be moved either up or down. I quickly took stock of my body, and felt the same feeling throughout all of my limbs. With a mental raised eyebrow, I realized that the feeling was akin to being drugged - like waking up sober after being high. Yes, the marijuana incident was surely the worst mistake of my life, but I didn't remember repeating that mistake.

Which left one answer: I was in the hospital.

Focusing my memories, I tried to remember the last clear day. Everything seemed fuzzy in my brain, like how you forget what you had for dinner three or four days ago. However, this was planned to be the happiest day of my life, I was damned if I didn't remember it. I could remember the entire day, from when I would take her to meet my dad and brother, giving her a proper introduction to the most important people in my life - besides her, of course. I could remember how I'd planned it perfectly - I'd take her outdoors, maybe to the stadium again, a reminder how how we first met. And then I'd sweep her off her feet, with me dropping to a knee and presenting the elegant diamond that I had tucked into my pocket, styled perfectly for her, for my Sammy.

Only one thing was missing - her reaction. I went back over the memories, tried to discern where reality stopped and my imagination began. It took me a while, as I'd daydreamed this day for so long, but finally I realized that I remembered opening the door for her, my heart clanging in my chest, and then the heart-stopping moment where I'd thought I would lose her. In the car crash.

Frantically, I forced my eyes open. Where was she? I stared at the pristine white ceiling for a second, collecting my bearings. Without moving my head, I slid my eyes to the left, and realized that the wall was about two feet from the edge of my bed. No room for a chair, then. Grimacing, I forced my head to roll to my right, resulting in an explosion of pain through my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to let them stay that way, despite the painkillers threatening to drag me under. When the pain had subsided, I slowly opened my eyes again, and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her brown hair, framing her face, even as she slept. My relief at seeing her, alive and well, overshadowed the jolt of pain I felt in my ribs at the breath. I opened my mouth to whisper her name in relief, to tell her I loved her, but no sound came out. I closed my mouth again, and focused on stretching that arm, my right arm, towards her, those last few inches to touch her hair, to stroke her beautiful face.

When she was asleep, she looked so innocent... So peaceful, like an angel.

I gritted my teeth, focusing all my energy on my arm, which felt as though it were not only made of iron weights, but tied down to the bed, as well. I felt the fabric slide, and my arm slipped an inch closer. Determined, I slid it closer again.. and again.. until I could reach out, and rest my hand on her head.

Now, as a pitcher, I had been trained to suppress emotion, to be in control of myself at all times. However, my relief at seeing her - alive - was too great. No matter how I tried to keep it in, my eyes welled in gratitude.

Sammy's POV:

I could feel myself drifting towards the surface, as though underwater, deep in sleep. As I was poured back into my body, I blinked sleepily, and yawned. I rolled my neck to the side, cramped from sleeping in the awkward position of stretched out, with only my chin on the mattress. My action caused something to roll off my head, and instantly awake, my eyes flashed to the figure on the bed. As the green eyes I had missed so much met mine, I felt a jolt and my eyes began to tear, matching his own shining orbs. I reached out to cradle his face gently, feeling as though I were in a dream.

"Oh, Timmy," I whispered, bending down to kiss his forehead. "Oh, Tim, love, I thought I'd lost you." Tears began to roll down my face, and his eyes darted to them, and back up to eyes, unable to do anything. I smiled, picking up his hand, and wiping my tears. He smiled back, and opened his mouth, attempting to croak something out. I shook my head firmly, and put my hand over his mouth.

"Don't talk, love. You've been out of it for weeks. In fact," I got up as a new thought struck me, not letting go of his hand, "I should call the nurse."

It was truly a stretch, reaching over to press the button on the far table without letting go of Tim's hand, nor dragging him off the bed, for that matter. I wasn't sure how I managed it, but somehow I did, returned to sit back in my usual seat, reaching out every few seconds to brush his hair back, to trace his lips, or simply to touch him, still disbelieving that he was actually alive.

A few minutes later, a nurse bustled in, beaming.

"Oh, look who's awake!" She started changing various tubes, and disconnecting various monitors.

No freakin' duh, I thought to myself. Outwardly, though, I kept my eyes on Tim's, stroking the back of his hand with my thumb. We never broke eye contact until the nurse finished what she was doing, and began to speak in an overly happy manner.

"We're gonna keep you here for a few more days, make sure you're alright, okay? Don't try to talk yet, it'll be a few days on that one, for sure. We'll get you a notepad, though, and in a few days, you'll be good to go!" She added a beam to her chirping voice, and bustled out of the room.

As soon as she was gone, I smiled and stood out of my chair. Leaning over, I put my free hand on his cheek, and kissed his forehead, and then his lips. We stayed connected for a while before I pulled back, a gentle smile on my face.

"Timothy LeRoy Lincecum, I love you."