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.

she chooses to wake up Mr Melvin. 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." Dr Green says, writing something down in his files.

still be the

be able to walk, talk and laugh like she once did?

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 —

go home and get some rest Jake?"

time, holding more sympathy. I shake my head in response.

"I need to be here for when she wakes up,

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

steady beeps of her heartbeat.

warm scent, the only thing that has calmed me down these days. I lie next to

anything to help. I sometimes talk to her, when I'm feeling lonely and miss the sound of her voice. I talk to her about silly things, the

too much and I inhale deeply, blinking away the tears. It becoming harder and harder to keep myself together and I'm worried that

head

whisper,

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

know the 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

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 never get to do any of those

no-one else, when I'm around you, I feel amazing. I feel like I'm on cloud nine, you're my drug Emily. I can't get enough of