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.

of blood she lost. She'll wake

Will she still be the

Will she be able to walk, talk and laugh like she

her shielding her from the bullet, things would have been so different. It would be me lying

go home and

words are spoken softer this time, holding more sympathy. I shake my head in response.

need to be here for when she wakes up, I can't leave

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

Just me, 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, the only thing that has calmed me down these days.

me feel worse. I feel defeated watching her knowing I can't do 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 football or her favourite cooking show. She'd lie there unresponsive but I'd like to

I 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

my head closer to her.

"Muffin, please wake up." I whisper, my tone begging and desperate.

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 don't think we'd even make it to the restaurant." I smiled warmly, knowing if she was awake, she'd be blushing right now.

you know the one with the live band? I've got to admit though. . . I have two left feet, I'd probably end up

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 apologised. My smile fades as I realise we may never get to do any of those

around you, I feel amazing. I feel like I'm on cloud nine, you're my drug