Chapter 12- Finally!

May's POV

I heard beeping as I slowly woke. I sighed in relief. I'd heard the doctors saying that there was only a slim chance of me waking up ever again. I had hoped that they would be wrong. Even so, I'd written to Drew, just in case. I was starting to think they were right as I dreamt; that I wouldn't actually wake up, but I had been determined. It hadn't been easy, the dreams I had were nice. They were of Drew; of him caring for me, of what had happened to us, and then I just knew that I'd have to wake up. I had to see him again. I peeled my eyes back ever so slightly to make sure that I wasn't just dreaming still. Light flooded into my vision and I blinked rapidly. Finally I adjusted to the light and turned my head slightly. I instantly noticed that I was no longer sore, the casts, bandages and band aids had been removed. I looked at my bedside table. On it was a brilliant blue ribbon and a massive golden cup. I made out the names Drew and May inscribed in fancy lettering. I smiled to myself. Drew had taken my advice and won the Grand Festival after all. I had been worried that he would give up, but I didn't want him to quit because of me. I heard the door handle turn and my attention focused on the door.

"May," called a soft voice that made my heart pump harder, "I'm back like I promised." He came in and stopped. I took him in. His green hair, his clothes; jeans and a green t-shirt, his face and his eyes.

"You're awake!" he exclaimed suddenly rushing to my bedside.

"Drew," I said softly, "I'm so glad I got to see you again. How was the Grand Festival?"

"That was just over two months ago," he chuckled, "but it was a struggle. Very difficult without you there, but I pulled through."

"I'm sorry," I said, "where are the others?"

"Out and about. You've been unconscious for so long. Max couldn't stand coming in anymore so Brock and Ash always stayed behind with him. Solidad and Harley have been busy, going and competing in contests again, but they came back to see you between each one," he explained.

"What happened to Craig?" I asked, "Did you get the message I recorded? How about the rose? Did you catch him?" I saw Drew's face contort and I almost wished that I didn't ask, but I wanted to know.

"He was caught alright," he spat, "I did get your message and that sick note on the rose. He's been taken to jail and won't be coming out for a while. You're safe, I promise."

"Thank you," I sighed.

"You know I missed you," he said, locking his gaze with mine, "you had me so worried."

"I missed you too," I smiled, "I'm sorry."

"It's ok," he murmured, moving close and rubbing his face in my hair, "hang on; I'll go get a discharge for you and get the others. They'll want to see you." He jumped up and quickly headed out.

"I'll be back soon," he told me as he shut the door again.

I waited for Drew. The doctor had come and deemed me fit to be released. He had warned me that walking might take a while to get used to again and that I shouldn't do anything strenuous over the next week. I would need someone to look after me, but that wasn't a problem. I had my brother and many other friends. Then he had sent a nurse in to help me get dressed into some normal clothes. I sat on the edge of my bed, my feet dangling uselessly over the side. I had almost no movement in my legs. The door open and Max yelled my name. He jumped on my and smothered me in a hug. Ash and Brock followed both saying how happy they were to see me awake. I rubbed Max's hair and laughed, telling him that he was heavy and to get off me. He jumped back.

"You made me cry May," he complained, "with what you wrote to Drew." Brock and Ash agreed.

"Where is Drew?" I asked, my heart sinking. He couldn't have left already.

"I'm here," he called softly, appearing in the doorway, "the doctor was just telling me the requirements of your leave. We can leave anytime you want."

"Can we go now?" I asked, "I've had enough of this boring room." He nodded and gently lifted me into his arms. Brock picked up the trophy and the ribbon and they all followed us out. Max walked happily beside me, chatting to me and telling me absolutely everything. When we neared, Max, Ash and Brock suddenly decided that they needed to go call Solidad and Harley. They left and Drew carried me up the stairs. He opened the door to my room and I gasped. It was filled with roses of all different colours. He laid me gently on my bed and chuckled.

"You like it?" he questioned.

"I love it!" I exclaimed, "Who got them for me?" I somehow already knew the answer though.

"I did," he replied, "I missed you so much so I got you a present." He touched the first bunch.

"100 White roses for innocence and purity," he explained, moving to the next bunch, "100 Peach roses for appreciation, modesty and gratitude. 100 Deep burgundy roses for unconscious beauty. 100 Light pink for gladness, sweetness and admiration. 100 dark pink for appreciation and gentleness. 100 dark purple roses for enchantment. 100 yellow ones for friendship. 100 orange ones for desire, enthusiasm and fascination. 100 blue ones meaning unattainable. 100 lavender ones meaning love at first sight." My eyes were stinging with tears as he brushed his hands over each bundle of roses. He turned to me and produced a red thornless rose and held it out to me.

"And a single red rose," he continued, "and you know what that means."

"You told me, congratulations," I answered, remembering what he had told me.

"I might have told you what red roses mean," he chuckled emphasising the plural, "but I've given you a single red rose."

"Then what does a single red rose mean?" I asked, my fingers gently closing around the stem. His eyes locked on mine and my breath caught; my heart beat hard and fast in my chest.

"A red rose," he whispered, moving so close to me I was sure I'd pass out before he told me, "means I love you." I blinked and he continued.

"You now have 1001 roses," he continued, "It means that my love for you will live on forever. I love you May." I felt my lips move and vaguely heard myself say I love you too. His nose bumped into mine affectionately as he grinned. He leaned close and I closed my eyes. My stomach growled and our eyes snapped back open. I groaned when he moved slightly. My hunger just had to ruin it again.

"You're hungry," he said flatly, "I'd better get you something to eat." He moved back, but I stopped him. I linked my hands together behind his head.

"It can wait," I growled lowly, looking into his eyes again, "you can't leave me waiting like this. Finish what you started before you run away." Something flashed in his eyes and I recognised it. It was love and compassion. I tilted my head up as if to prove the point when he didn't move.

"Aww, so cute!" came a high pitched squeal. This time we did jump apart. We looked to the doorway and saw that Max, Ash, Brock, Harley and Solidad were watching us.

"Shut up Solidad," groaned Harley, "you spoilt it."

"I'm sorry," she retorted, "I didn't mean to, it was just so adorable." I blushed heavily and saw that Drew was just as red.

"Why did I forget to close the door?" he moaned.

"Don't mind us," teased Brock, "we only wanted to witness the moment we've all been waiting for." I blushed even more, if that was possible, when Drew turned his attention back to me.

"Drew," I hissed, "I can't kiss you with an audience." He raised an eyebrow and flashed me his typical smirk.

"Could you if they couldn't see us?" he asked.

"Well, yes I guess," I replied, "but there's no way you're going to be able-"

"That's all I need to know," he cut me off. Without looking away he released Flygon, the massive dragon Pokémon standing in-between us and the doorway; shielding us from view with his wings.

"Aww Drew, no fair," came a collective groan, but I ignored it. He leaned forwards and I knew what was coming next. I closed my eyes and waited. His lips touched mine in a short sweet kiss and for that moment sparks flew. His warm minty breath travelled over my face, before it was gone again.

"Mm," I mumbled lowly, my eyes slowly fluttering open. Drew had pulled away. He brushed a hand softly over my cheek and I felt tingles in my skin.

"Now I'll make you something to eat," he told me, but I barely registered it. We had finally kissed and I couldn't control the goofy grin that spread across my face.