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Beca POV
The sun peered through the thin nylon curtains of the hospital. My neck ached from sitting in the chair for two night now. Jesse hadn't woken up since the day of the accident, that was three days ago. Although the doctors hadn't said so, I knew it wasn't right; he should have woken up by now.
I hadn't been going to classes, the lecturers knew why I wasn't attending and had been holding work for me so I could catch up. The Bella's had been keeping up to date on rehearsals and had made a fantastic set for regionals. They were only 6 weeks away and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to join in, especially if Jesse was still in hospital.
It was near lunchtime now, I got up to give Jesse a kiss before heading down to the cafeteria, I kissed his cheek as I always did when I left his side, this time was different. As I pulled away I saw his eyelids move, my heart skipped a beat. "Jesse?" I spoke in a hesitant voice. His lips twitched, then his hands. I was almost jumping with joy, I pressed the buzzer for the nurse, it would've been quicker to go and call her, but I couldn't leave his side. I wanted to be the first face he saw when he woke up. A nurse came in, checked on some of the machines and smiled at me, "it looks as if he is coming too, keep talking to him, holding his hand, if he responds in any way to your voice or your action, press the buzzer" she informed me before leaving the room.
I rambled on and on about The Trebles and Bella's, about the class work we'd have to catch up on. His eyes flickered as I spoke, I told the nurse but she said if he gives any new signs that I should call her again. Over the next few hours I spoke to him, I squeezed his hand but he never squeezed back, that was the reaction I was waiting for. Then it happened. I was telling him about some old childhood dog I'd had when I was about 5, I had squeezed his hand, like I had been doing every 5 minutes for the last 2 hours, and sure enough he squeezed it back. Not sure if I was dreaming or not I squeezed again, harder this time, he squeezed back again. I pressed the buzzer before looking at him.
"Jesse, baby, wake up," I cooed at him, still holding his hand tight. His eyes flittered open, his mouth twitched and opened a bit. A nurse came in, checked his pulse and one of the machines, then stood in the doorway. She seemed to know he would be waking up soon, and she knew I wanted to be the first person he saw. A tear fell down my face , then another, they fell onto his hand and I closed my eyes. Why wouldn't he wake up already?
"hey million dollar baby, why the waterworks?" a croaky, but recognisable voice spoke out. I opened my eyes and a smile as big as Saturn spread across my face. I wiped the tears away, only for more to fall in their place. I had never been so happy as I was now.
"oh my god, your awake, finally you're awake!" I smiled, kissing his forehead.
"well you know I like my sleep," he laughed, which soon turned into a cough. The nurse came and gave him some water, "if he needs it give him some, but little sips at a time, the doctor will be in soon to do some checks, but its good to have you awake Jesse," she smiled, she was such a lovely person, I'd come to like her over the last couple of days.
Jesse lifted both his hands and held mine in his. It felt good to have him hold me again. I lent my forehead onto his.
"I love you Jesse Swanson, don't ever scare me like that again!" I told him, as more tears fell.
"I love you too Beca," he said, I noticed a quiver in his voice. We were going to be alright, everything was going to be alright.