Tangled Love

Jake's POV -

I turn around and walk back through the hospital doors making my way through the route I've now memorised. I push open the door leading to the private rooms and head for number 52, the one Emily is in.

She was still asleep when I left her but the nurse told me she'd be waking up soon. I don't want her to wake up alone but on the other hand I don't know how to react when she does wake up. She looked terrified before, her eyes wide and her body trembling. I curse myself for standing there frozen to the spot, I should have helped her.

All the days of waiting for her to wake up and it finally happened. I definitely didn't expect it to go the way it did but I completely understand why she was so freaked out. Jones kidnapped her, mentally broke her down and tied up her up for weeks. The marks on her wrist were still healing from the ropes he'd used. I stop outside the door and wait a moment before pushing it back slowly and walking in. I stop as soon as I notice she's awake and sitting up. Her eyes stare straight into mine and once again I remain rooted to the spot.

"Hey you," she says quietly, giving me a little smile. I smile back at her —

"Its good to hear your voice again, thought I lost you there for a moment."

My own voice comes out quiet and I fiddle with the small white tablets in my pocket once again.

"Are you okay?" She asks me and I nod quickly, my gaze landing on the floor.

I'm not okay, I'm definitely not okay but I can't let her know that, I need to be strong for her.

walk towards it, taking it in mine. Her skin is so soft and her hand is tiny compared to mine. I smile down

voice barely loud enough to be

I missed you." She responds, stroking her thumb against my skin. I take a seat next to her and know the time has come to explain everything that happened.

start. Her eyes widen a little at this but she remains quiet,

what to do. I

I am, I hate showing fear. I feel Emily lift my hand to her lips and

himself. He's dead." I say, swallowing the lump in my throat as I remember him hitting the floor with a loud thud. I look up at Emily and I'm surprised to see her taking it so well. Her face remains emotionless and I can't figure out how

been here for the past three weeks, I haven't left your side, I swear. I've slept here every single night with you, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault, I should

tears I've held back for the past three weeks spill down my cheeks. I feel like the guilt is eating me up inside out, chipping away at me piece by

firmly. I lift my head and she takes both of my

I don't blame you at all. I can't believe he's dead. . . Jones is dead." She says quietly, registering

look up at her. Her other hand gently wipes the tears away from my cheeks and I nestle further into her touch, so grateful to feel her warm skin on mine once again. It's amazing how despite being in her condition, she's the one comforting me. I didn't

I never will so please don't blame yourself.”

too guilty to function properly. Moments of silence pass between us and I

come

debate whether telling her but decide to be completely truthful knowing she would eventually find out anyway . . .