He looks so peaceful. His eyes closed so lightly by his sleep. The doctors say he might not wake up, that he could be in a full coma. Why was he out driving so late? She knows that'll be hard to find out. But she had to. She knows that if she loses him now she'll fall apart.
It's been days, some of his friends have been in at out, bringing him flowers and cards, telling him that they miss him and hope he wakes soon. Oh, how I hope he wakes soon.
Days have passed and she hasn't left the hospital in almost a week, she can't bare to leave his side incase he wakes up. She needs to see his green eyes look at her, even if it's only one more time.
That night she fell asleep reading to him. She reads to him every night since the accident, hoping he'll wake up to the sound of her voice.
His hand lays in hers as she sleeps. Feeling a small squeeze she opens her eyes quickly to see his groggy eyes looking down at her. He's awake. She wraps her fingers around his hand and smiles widely.
"Hi," she says sweetly. Her smile fades a little when he pulls his hand away from hers. He looks slightly concerned.
"Hey, it's okay. You're in the hospital. You're going to be just fine." She places her hand lightly on his cheek turning his face to her, "how are you feeling?" He looks down away from her eyes, then looks back at her quickly, almost looking angry, but not quite.
"Who are you?" his voice was dry and a little raspy. Her hand drops from his face. He.. doesn't know me?
"It's me," she pleads, "Chloe. Don't you remember me?" her voice shakes. He must be joking.
The doctors say he doesn't remember anything. Not his mother. Not his father. Not Chloe. Nobody. Nothing.
Chloe feels like crying. She lost him in the worst way possible. He doesn't know who she is. She'll never be able to tell him. Not unless he remembers. Remembers everything.
"He's going to need some rehabilitating. We're going to do some tests and see what's going on in his head. He'll be fine. Until further notice, he will be staying here for observation." his doctor then left the waiting room. Chloe was left alone.
His parents died a few years before and he doesn't remember it. Chloe called up a few of his friends telling him that he's awake but that he can't remember anything, not even his own name. No one came after these calls, they were scared to see him like this.
Chloe went to the door of his room and hesitated to knock, then she hears a faint, "you can come in if you want." She turned the door handle slowly. Upon entering she sees him sitting up in his bed watching her. Silently she walks over to the chair next to his bed, the same chair she has been sitting in for almost a month. He studies her every step. She sits down.
"Can you tell me who you are? Who I am?" he asks her, "Please." She's shocked by this request. What do I tell him?
"What do you want to know?" Chloe asks knowing he wants to know everything she does.
"Everything" his voice is quiet and small. He's so scared. He knows nothing.
Chloe clears her throat, "Your name is Mark Carter." She smiles as she says his name.
"Your favorite color is purple. You're a writer, and you love to tell stories." He's hanging on her every word as if she's telling him the best story ever. "I'm your best friend, Chloe Walsh, I play piano and paint. My favorite color is blue."
Mark is staring at her so strongly, he's trying so hard to absorb everything Chloe says. She feels her eyes stinging, she's so close to tears. Can I really do this? She takes a deep breath and looks into his eyes.
"Your eyes are a beautiful bright green. You're extremely sweet and always know how to make others feel better. You sometimes sing, and you have a lovely voice but you don't think you do." she smiles and looks down. "We sang together a couple of times. I didn't sound very good but you made up for that." His silence starts to make her feel slightly uncomfortable. Mark notices this and decides to speak, "We spent a lot of time together I gather?"
"Yes," her voice trembles, "we did." Chloe attempts a smile, but it's visibly week.
"Tell me about it," he says seeing her pain in his lost memory, "tell me about our friendship."
