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 in mine. Her skin is so soft and her hand is tiny

"I missed you," I whisper, my voice barely loud enough to be

I missed you? I don't know how long I was asleep for but I missed you." She responds, stroking her thumb against my skin. I take a seat next to

a coma for roughly three weeks Emily," I start. Her eyes widen a

I was

am, I hate showing fear. I feel

Emily and I'm surprised to see her taking it so well. Her face remains emotionless and I can't figure out how she's feeling. I take

night with you, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault, I should be lying in that bed, not you. I'm so sorry." I finally break down, my voice falling to pieces.

tears I've held back for the past three weeks spill down my cheeks. I feel like the guilt is eating

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

I don't blame you at all. I can't believe he's dead. .

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

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

tight hold on my chest finally being released. I felt like I couldn't breathe for a long time, too guilty to function properly.

"Did my mum come

completely truthful knowing she would eventually find out anyway .