It has been weeks since she'd been admitted, yet to wake. Everyday gets a little more anxious. Fearing the worst. Would she eventually arose from this deep slumber or would this coma digest her whole? If she's to arise, would she even remember me? Doctor Hanks keeps informing me that I should stay positive. Weeks ago I took all of her belongings home with me. Looked up her brother's number, gave him a call and informed him about her accident. Even though, both she and I, can afford to pay the hospital bills up to date, her brother insisted to take care of it. He sounds like a great man, even her sister has a pleasant tone to her voice. Sam's dad and I, still don't see eye to eye and I don't think that we would ever (and that's just fine with me). The amount of blood that has stained his hands over these past years, will never fully cleanse. Even if he turn over a clean sleeve, which it seems like he's actually trying to do, I will never be able to forgive him for what he'd done. How can I even begin to forgive and forget? So much heartache had enveloped us as a nation. We might not have all been related, but that's beyond the point. It has nothing to do with the price of eggs! The nurses gives her healthy fluids, three times a day, to ensure that the baby feeds and growth into a healthy weight. I've learnt that our baby is a boy.
I'm sitting at the edge of the chair. Juggling a tiny black box from one hand to the other. I know that we don't know each other for to long, but I've never been so sure about anything in all my life. I don't want to imagine my life without her in it. Her being pregnant with our baby is just an added bonus. I put the small box back into my jacket's pocket and sighed sadly. "November is slowly coming to an end. How long will it be, 'till you wake from this slumber, my love?" I asked as I wrapped both of my hands around one of hers. It hurts to see her in this state, everyday.
Her hand twitch. I must be dreaming. Again her fingers twitches. Just slightly but still noticable. I shot up in my chair. Completely bedazzled by the situation that's unfolding beside me. She's still very much asleep. Had I been dreaming after all? Just as the thought cross my mind, her hand twitches for a third time. It could just be a muscle reflex. How can I be certain? What should I do? As I mule my opinions over, her eyes fluttered. Slowly prying open. Frantically I rushed out of her room and called the doctor the further I ran. She's awake! She'd finally woken from her deep slumber. Now the question remains: Should I be ecstatic or worried?