I screamed in frustration and chucked my guitar somewhere, I didn't care.

I heard someone catch it and set it gently down to the floor. I crawled back under the covers with Zach and shut my eyes.

Cammie's POV

Warm, sticky tears flew down my cheeks, and sobs erupted from my throat.

What if he never wakes up?

I'll never hear his voice again, never feel his arms around me again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung onto him, wishing his arms would wrap around my waist like they would if he were awake. I heard my friends shuffle their feet awkwardly, probably wondering what to do.

"You want something to eat, Cammie-bear?" Grant asked. The use of Cammie-bear just made me even more angry.

I shot up and glared at him.

"No," I growled. "I'm not eating until Zach eats."

I knew I was being childish, but I didn't care.

"Well he is eating, hon," Liz assured me. "Just...through a tube."

I just shook my head and slunk back down under the covers.

"No food, Grant," I sighed.

"Alright..."

I started singing under my breath.

She couldn't bring him back with a bullet to the heart,
Or the back of a man and tore her world apart.
He was only a memory,
All it is, is a memory.

"Stay with me...until I fall asleep," I choked out. "Stay with me..."

My stinging eyes shut, and I fell into an uncomfortable, dark slumber.

I woke up, blinking in the sunlight. I looked to my right, and saw Zach still sleeping. I felt like a stone – the emotions weren't keeping up with my thoughts. I couldn't feel anything. I knew somewhere in my heart I was grieving like a mad-woman, but on the outside, I was showing no emotion whatsoever.

That was when I knew that it was really bad.

The term 'I can't live without you', as ridiculously corny as it is, applies here. Isn't living all about expressing yourself, expressing your emotions? If you couldn't feel them, what was the point of living? Without Zach, I was a complete and utter mess.

Enough said.

I sighed and placed my hand on his cheek, brushing his hair out of the way. I longed to see his bright green eyes again, his cocky smirk, to hear his loud laugh and deep voice.

But right now, all I was getting from him was a reflection of myself.

An emotionless soul.

Except for me - I was conscious. I was suffering, even though I couldn't feel it.

Two weeks flew by.

Day by day, it was a routine. A boring, endless cycle.

Get up. Shower. Brush teeth. Eat breakfast. Crawl into bed with Zach. Get out. Eat lunch. Talk with everyone else for a bit. Crawl into bed with Zach. Get out. Eat dinner. Brush teeth. Go to sleep.

And repeat.

"He's never going to wake up, Mace," I sighed, leaning my head on her shoulder. She smoothed my hair.

"He will, Cam. He's fighting, I swear. He has something to live for now. But you need to stop putting your life on pause just because his is. You need to go out. You need to see sunshine."

"I don't want to see sunshine without him," I grumbled. I had seen sunshine, I had opened the window and gotten fresh air. But I hadn't exactly gone outside.

Jonas called the school and told them I was dropping out, moving to Africa or some other place. I didn't care what he told them - I didn't care about anything, at the moment.

"Why don't we all go out for dinner tonight?' Bex suggested, sitting across from where me and Macey were leaning against the wall.

"That sounds like fun!" Liz smiled, sitting next to Bex. Grant, Tristan and Jonas sat around us, nodding.

"What if he wakes up?" I asked, glancing at Zach's still form. His tan skin hadn't gone pale, but just...sickly. It was void of any color or blush on his cheeks, nothing. We wash his hair for him, so it's not oily or anything, and the guys wash his face and body, too. So he's still clean. But there's something about him that doesn't smell right when I cuddle next to him in my sleep.

He just doesn't smell like...Zach anymore. He smelled like the Dove soap.

"We'll be quick," Tristan promised, pulling us up. They were excited I was finally agreeing to go somewhere instead of moping around the apartment crying all day. I held back tears as I put on my jacket. I planted a quick kiss on his unconscious lips and we went to the Cheesecake Factory.

I got a Chinese Chicken Salad and picked at it, jumpy and nervous the whole time. Wondering if Zach had woken up, in a dark and empty apartment, lonely and confused, with tubes running through his arms.

Eventually we paid and left, and I sprinted back to the apartment.

I guess there was a small part of me that hoped that in the short time while I was away, he had woken up. By this point, I was desperate. I needed him to wake up.

I ran over to the bed, to see that he was in the exact same position that I left him in. I stared down at him for a while, going lifeless again. I could feel my shoulders slump down again, the color in my cheeks from running draining out.

I stripped off my jacket and crawled back into bed. I saw my friends exchange looks – it was back to depressing Cammie.

I laid down next to him again.

"I need you to wake up," I whispered to Zach. "Won't you wake up? Won't you wake up for me?"

No answer.

"I would wake up for you, Zach," I cried. "I would fight, and I would wake up for you. Why aren't you doing the same for me? Don't you love me?" My voice rose in desperation, and I was getting a bit hysterical.

"You said you loved me, that you would protect me. You broke your promise to me. You got hurt because of me. But you said you would always love me. How are you going to do those things if you don't wake up?" I shrieked, sitting up now. My fists were clenched and shaking, and anger and pain tore at my heart.

For the first time in two weeks, I was feeling something. And I was glad.

"Zach, wake up!" I shouted. "Just open your eyes."

I could see Liz crying now, and Bex and Macey were staring at me with wide eyes. I knew that look. It was the look where they're saying, 'She's gone mad.'

"Why won't you wake up for me? God, Zach...I love you. I love you. I thought you loved me too," I mumbled. My voice went from hysterical to sullen and quiet.

I slumped back down on the pillow and faced away from Zach. My throat was dry and scratchy from screaming, my eyes were sore from crying so much.

"But I do. I do love you."

I guess it took me a while to process it.

It took me a while to realize.

But when I did, I shot up. I still wasn't facing him. I was afraid to look. What if it was a figure of my imagination? What if I was so hysterical that my brain made up some fake Zach to ease the pain that crashed down on me all at once?

"What? No hello kiss?" His voice was scratchy and dry from under use. I slowly turned.

"Zach...?" There he was, sitting up, green eyes, smirk and all.

Before this, I had planned out the moment of when he woke up. I would laugh in delight and jump into his arms, planting kisses all over his face. I would run my fingers through his hair and hug him tightly, and sing him songs on my guitar.

But I find that I couldn't. I couldn't move.

"Cam?" He cocked his head to the side, and he held out his arms for me. I was rooted to my spot.

"You're awake. You're awake." I mumbled.

"I'm awake, Cam. I woke up for you." He said. That was it.

I jumped the few inches into his arms, and I nuzzled my wet face into his neck.

"You're awake!" I half-sobbed half-laughed. "You woke up."

"I'm sorry I left you for so long...I'm sorry I didn't wake up sooner." He rocked me back and forth.

"It's been so long, Zach. It's been two weeks. And I know it really doesn't sound that long, but it was to me. I honestly thought you were never going to wake up, and..." I raised my head and planted a kiss on his lips, and he finally, finally kissed back.

Zach was finally back.

I felt him smile into the kiss, and I hugged him tighter. I broke away, kissing his nose. Then his cheeks. Then his forehead. Then his neck. Then his lips again. He laughed, smothered in my kisses.

"Zach, you're back." Grant was grinning from ear to ear.

"I am," Zach smirked. They did an awkward one-handed shake hug thing. I wasn't planning on letting go of Zach anytime soon, and I don't think he planned on letting me go, either. Lizzie came over, crying, saying she was glad she didn't have to feed him through a tube anymore. Zach replied in a solemn voice that he was glad, too. She gave him a gentle hug.

Bex and Macey came over, saying that they could finally get their best friend back, explaining to him how I had barely eaten when he was in the coma.

He turned to me, frowning.

"Gallagher Girl," He warned.

"Blackthorne Boy," I said back. Then I stuck my tongue out at him. He kissed my nose. I laughed.

Finally, the emotion I could finally feel, the emotion I was yearning for for so long, it was back.

It was back and stronger than ever.

It was love.