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.

it, taking it in mine. Her skin is so soft and her hand is

voice barely loud enough to be heard.

but I missed you." She responds, stroking her thumb against my skin. I

three weeks Emily," I start. Her eyes widen a little

I was so scared, I've never felt fear like

trembling and I hate having to admit how scared I am, I hate showing fear. I feel Emily lift my hand to her lips and she places a gentle kiss on it, reassuring me. I take a

hitting the floor with a loud thud. I look up at Emily

"You've 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 be lying in that bed, not you. I'm

my cheeks. I feel like the guilt is eating me up inside out, chipping away at me piece

firmly. I lift my head and she takes

I

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

never will so please don't blame

"Thank you." I whisper, the tight hold on my chest finally being released. I felt like I couldn't breathe for a long time, too guilty to function properly. Moments of silence pass between us and I glance up to see

my mum come to visit me?"

truthful knowing she would eventually find out anyway . . . the truth has a way of worming