Day fifteen

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It had been a week since he had died.

A week since his heart had stopped beating.

A week since he had been gone.

And yet there he was, lying beside her, with the monitors picking up much more activity than they had been previously.And his hand was still cold in hers but occasionally his finger would twitch and she would cry tears of joy.

A week since he had broken her heart and pieced it back together just by taking a single breath.

~*~

"Do you think he'll wake up soon?" Mrs Fitz asked, looking down at her son and absent-mindedly playing with the soft toy monkey.

"I don't know, but I hope he will."

"You've been so brave."

"You have too. It can't be easy to see him like this." She vaguely gestured to Fitz's still body.

"At least he's got you, and that's all I can ask for."

~*~

"I would wait for you like Rory did for Amy Pond, but I'd prefer that it didn't take you two thousand years to wake up. Please come back to me, Fitz. Your mother needs you. The team needs you. I need you."

She kissed him again and left the room, a sad little smile on her face.

"I love you."

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