Tangled Love

Jake's POV -

I balance the two cups of coffee in my hand and push the door open slowly with my other one. A small smile plays on my lips as I notice she's still fast asleep, eyelids fluttering a little. I'd woken up before her and decided to pop to the hospital cafe to start our day off right. I place the cups on the bedside table and yawn, stretching my arms over my head. 

Her eyes open gradually as she wakes from her sleep and I realise I'll never get tired of seeing those beautiful brown eyes look at me. I bend down and peck her lips —

"Good morning Muffin."

She yawns and stretches upwards and I hand her the cup of coffee which she takes eagerly. Her hair is sticking up in five different directions and I smile at the adorable scene.

"Coffee and kisses? You're officially my favourite person now Jake."

I grin, giving her a cheeky wink before sitting down on the seat next to her bed.

"I've always been your favourite person." I tell her, reaching inside my pocket and pull out her breakfast.

"Here you go, a muffin for my muffin. . . Get it?" I chuckle and she gasps, her eyes widening at the Nutella muffin in my hands. She leans forward, taking it from me before ripping open the packaging and taking a massive bite. Nutella smears all over her mouth and she releases a dramatic moan —

"It's been so long since I've had Nutella! Thank you!" She says excitedly, taking another huge bite. I sit back and laugh at her, unable to keep the smile off my face. It's so nice to see her full of life again.

up," Emily adds, casually taking a sip from her coffee. My eyes

heard me?" I ask her, the shock evident in my voice. She

course I

in disbelief, running

thought you couldn't hear anything Emily."

frowns and puts her muffin down onto the hospital bed. Her face appears confused and she

responds — "No, I remember

seems lost in her own thoughts before

date. I keep my promises so I nod, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. She immediately wraps

frustration at being disturbed. Emily giggles quietly and I turn to

privacy," I mumble unhappily, throwing

Dr Green says, pulling a machine through the door. I roll

turning to wiggle my eyebrows at Emily. It causes her to laugh, the joyous sound filling the small room which is music to my ears. I won't ever get tired of

nods and shifts on the bed, pulling her sleeve up. It's become

the machine. The wrap on her arms began tightening and Emily nods,

"I haven't been eating properly."

giving me a reassuring look. I must have the look of worry sprawled across my face as I watch the doctor do numerous tests. Emily leans forward with her spare hand and takes hold of mine. The small action keeps me sane and reminds

everything okay?" Emily asks the doctor quietly.

to assess you today to determine whether you can move independently. In the meantime,