*Vic's P.O.V*

After another stress filled five hours, they finally let me see her. I stood outside the door waiting as the nurses hooked her up to all the many complicated machines. Then the nurses filed out and my nurse friend from before patted my back gently, pushing me towards the door. I stood facing the door as I took a deep breath to brace myself. But as I stood in the doorway, I realized nothing could prepare me for her state.

I nervously sat on a chair pushed up to the side her of bed and gripped her hand. I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe that I'VE done this to her.

She was hooked up to countless machines, and an IV was stuck in her arm. Her face had bruises and deep cuts from when she hit the glass. I flinched as the image of her broken body lying on the hood of my car flashed before my eyes. I shook my head to clear the image and looked at her again. She had on a neck brace and some gauze wrapped around her head. She still had all of her hair, which fanned out on the pillow next to her face. I remembered the nurse talking about the soft spot of her head and realized it was located on the lower back of the skull.

I gulped and gripped her hand even tighter between both of mine. Her eyes were closed peacefully and I got a false sense of hope that maybe hearing my voice would make those eyes open. I decided to say something even though I knew she couldn't hear me.

"Ry," I whispered, "I'm so sorry. I wish it was me. It SHOULD be me lying in this bed instead of you." I absent-mindedly played with her hand that was placed between mine.

I felt foolish as I continued, "I'm not giving up on us, baby. Ever. And I really hope you won't be angry with me when you wake up." A little voice in my head chimed, 'IF she wakes up,' making me shudder. I couldn't imagine life without her and I didn't want to think of the negative 'if' statements. I bit my lip as I felt my cheeks grow wet and sticky with my tears. She has to wake up. She's GOING to wake up. And when she does I will be right here by her side. Right next to her, just as she was always next to me.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead. My body slumped back in the seat as I felt no movement from her. I brought her hand up to my cheek and pressed her palm on my skin. Her hands were ice cold and it sent a jolt of electricity through me as I saw spots in my vision.

'What is going on?' I thought as the world turned black. I struggled to collect my jumbled thoughts as I felt myself walk into a coffee shop. The same coffee shop that started everything. The one that changed my life. Realization hit me. My mind brought me back to day one.

Notes

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