Me & You

1. When he wakes up

Me & You (c) 2014+

1. When he wakes up

It was sunday and as per usual the sun was out, the sky was blue, birds were chirping, people were buzzing, she was here and he wasn't awake. Ali couldn't help but frown at that thought. He wasn't awake. Does that mean he wasn't going to wake...

"No." Sharply, she muttered to herself, "Don't talk nonsense. He'll wake. He will."

And everything could go back to normal, she silently added.

Sighing to herself, she hooked her little finger with his before averting her gaze to his sleeping form. But he wasn't sleeping. No. He was still yet his eyes were open. And Ali was finally met with the electric steel blue eyes she had missed.

She felt a sudden weight lift off her shoulders. He was awake...

But the longer she stared into his eyes, the longer she saw blankness, the more afraid she became. She wondered whether this was real. It had been, afterall, three months and fourteen days since he had been coma induced. For all Ali knew, she could be dreaming; he could be a play of the eyes: an illusion.

But it was real (if the pinch on her thigh was any consolation) because he saw her and her stoic face. She was expressionless. She gave nothing away. There were no creases in her skin; there were no tugs at the corners of her lips or on her eyebrows. There was absolutely no emotion. Even her eyes justified that thought.

However, he continued to stare into those eyes. He continued to stare until he was lost in his very own reflection. It was small, he looked small, but everything was there. The fragile, broken boy all bandaged up for healing, laying on white sheets in a hospital room, was him. That was Jared. He looked, no he felt, out of place. His frame just about managed to fit the bed. It wasn't awkward but it wasn't comfortable either.

Jared was honestly surprised by his whereabouts. Why would someone like him be somewhere like this in the presence of someone like that?

And as he thought about it (despite his brain's disagreement on anything related to thinking) a certain question rolled off the tip of his tongue.

A question that perplexed her - and the doctor in the doorway.

"Who are you?"