Tangled Love

CHAPTER 90

I'm unsure on how many days have passed.

Is it even days? Maybe it's been weeks.

It feels like long dragged out years.

I sigh heavily and rub my eyes forcing them to stay awake. I haven't left her side, only to shower and get a change of clothes. I spend every night clutching her hand tightly and making do with the uncomfortable chair next to her bed. I'd been sat on it for so long, my arse has definitely left an imprint on the murky brown leather.

My eyes are heavy, hours of spending long nights and days awake by her bedside praying for her to wake up. The dark circles underneath my eyes are obvious and my face is drawn in, pale and ghostly.

I can't eat and I definitely can't sleep. I'm a living zombie, watching the world go by whilst my own seemed to be one big blur.

How could I possibly sleep when every time I close my eyes the gunshot would echo loudly?

It would play continuously on a loop like some sick horror movie that's purpose was to torture. The door opens and Emily's doctor, Doctor Green walks in. He nods in my direction, giving me a warm smile as he usually does.

"Any more news?" I ask the doctor as he does his usual daily checks. Every day I ask the same question and every day the response would be the exact same. . . No change yet.

The doctor looks at me sympathetically and shakes his head causing my disappointment to deepen.

caused by the amount of blood she lost. She'll wake up when her brain is ready to do so." Dr Green says, writing something down in his

be the same

able to walk, talk and laugh like she once

her from the bullet, things would have been so different. It would be me lying in the hospital bed, completely unresponsive. Dr Green glances

don't you go home and get some

softer this time, holding more sympathy. I shake

when she wakes up, I can't leave

He clears his throat before leaving the

her and the steady beeps

lifted her arm up gently before tucking myself in beside her. I drape my arm over her stomach and breathe in her warm scent,

her, when I'm feeling lonely and miss the sound of her voice. I talk to her about silly things, the football or her favourite

too much and I inhale deeply, blinking away the tears. It becoming harder and harder

burying my head closer

whisper, my tone begging and desperate.

wear a suit and we'll take you shopping to find the most beautiful dress because you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Maybe we'll get you one of them

though. . . I have two left feet, I'd probably end up tripping over every second and leave because I'd get annoyed at the fact I can't dance."

with our arms and legs all tangled up, me annoying her so much she'd eventually stop talking to me until I apologised. My smile fades as I realise we may

I feel

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