Our Everlasting Melody

Our Everlasting Melody (32)

When I came to, I didn't open my eyes right away. I didn't want to. My head hurt and I just wanted to continue sleeping, though I knew that wouldn't have been the best idea.

I could hear beeping. Steady beeping. A familiar smell wafted through the air around me and it made me feel uneasy. I couldn't place what exactly it was, but I didn't like it. 

My eyes stayed closed, and I just breathed in and out for a second. I needed to be completely calm before I figured out what exactly was going on. I could have been in heaven, for all I knew. It seemed like a possibility.

I was in a bed. If this was heaven, then it was pretty comfy. I couldn't move my right hand when I tried. But other than that, nothing else seemed to be wrong. I was alright.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was about to close them once again. The white ceiling was bright, and it hurt my eyes. But I didn't want to close my eyes again. I didn't want to fall back asleep even though my body wanted me to.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position, which caught the attention of the person sitting in the seat next to my hospital bed. He immediately shot straight up in his chair when he saw that I was moving.

"You're awake," he gasped, scooting his chair closer to my bed. "Thank God you're awake."

I blinked at him, a look of confusion adorning my face. "Who are you?" I asked.

His eyes went wide, his jaw dropping. He looked like he couldn't believe what I had just said, and I only stared at him. He waited for a moment before finally uttering, "Leah?"

I blinked. "Is that my name?"

He still said nothing, looking absolutely shocked and terrified. I just continued to stare at him, and he just continued to stare at me. Neither of us said anything. It was basically just a staring contest between the two of us.

I really didn't have anything else I could have said to him, and he was just sitting there in complete and total shock, so I knew he felt the same way. Silence filled the room and I could tell he was trying to figure out what he was supposed to do or say.

Finally, I smiled at him and couldn't help but laugh. "I'm just kidding!"

Blake did not look amused by my little joke, but he let out a sigh of relief anyway as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. He was still wearing his tux, coral blue tie and all.

That familiar smell was the bland odor of a hospital. I had been used to this after being here so often when Blake was unconscious. It almost made me sick to my stomach.

"How long have I been out for?" I questioned now, looking down to see that I was in a hospital gown instead of the dress I had worn to prom. It was hanging up on the other side of the room.

"Only two hours," he answered, seeming very thankful for this. "The doctors said you weren't going to be out for very long, but I just... I couldn't help but worry."

He didn't have to continue on and tell me why he was worried. I understood why. After he had been unconscious for four months, anything was possible. The doctor might have said that I was only going to be out for a couple of hours, but a couple of hours could have turned into a couple of months.

"I love you." His fingers tangled in my hair as his thumb stroked my cheek. "I love you so much and I was afraid that I lost you forever."

He leaned forward and kissed me lightly, as if he was afraid that I was going to break.

"I'm here," I couldn't help but smile. "I'm here, I'm safe, and I'm alive. I'm perfectly fine."

Okay, maybe not perfectly... But close enough. And that was all I was ever going to be.