Tangled Love

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.

The coma that she's in is caused by the amount of blood she lost. She'll wake up when her brain is ready to do so."

 she still be

able to walk, talk and laugh like

had just moved an inch and stood in front of her shielding her from the bullet, things would have been so different. It would be me lying in the hospital bed, completely unresponsive. Dr Green glances in my direction

and get some rest Jake?"

His words are spoken softer this time, holding more

for when she wakes up, I

convincing me to go home. He clears his throat before leaving the room, shutting the door softly behind him. I'm left alone with Emily once again.

steady beeps of her heartbeat.

myself in beside her. I drape my arm over her stomach and breathe in her warm scent, the only thing that has calmed me down

sometimes talk to her, when I'm feeling lonely and miss the sound

tenderly kiss her cheek, letting my lips linger on her soft skin. The longing to have her own lips react and kiss me back is too much and I inhale deeply, blinking away the tears. It becoming harder and harder to keep myself together and I'm worried that when she does finally wake up, I won't be strong

before burying my head closer

I whisper, my

let you eat out of the Nutella jar every single day if that's what you want. We'll both watch The Titanic together and I won't make fun of you when you cry. I'll take you out to the fanciest restaurant in town and we can have a proper date. I won't ruin it this time, I promise. I'll 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 ones with a split up the side, you'd look so good Muffin. I

one with the live band? I've got to admit 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

things we'd do together. Just silly little things like lying in bed with our arms and legs all tangled up, me annoying her so much she'd eventually stop talking to me until I

this strong about someone. You understand me like no-one else, when I'm around you, I feel amazing. I feel like I'm on cloud nine, you're