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.

in is caused by the amount of blood she lost. She'll wake up when her brain is ready

still be the same

be able to walk, talk and laugh

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

don't you go home and get

words are spoken softer this time, holding more

to be here for when she wakes up, I can't leave her."

his throat before leaving the room, shutting the door softly behind him. I'm left alone with Emily

her and the steady beeps

warm scent,

talk to 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 cooking show. She'd lie there unresponsive but I'd like

the tears. It becoming harder and harder to keep myself together and I'm worried that when she does finally

before burying my head closer to

up." I whisper, my tone begging and desperate.

ruin it this time, I promise. I'll wear a suit and

admit though. . . I have two left feet, I'd probably end up tripping over every second and leave because I'd get

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

about someone. You understand me like no-one else, when I'm around you, I feel amazing. I feel

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