Just for Her (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty

3 weeks later

Hailee's POV:

I haven't left Tyler's side for the past three weeks, the doctors told us he's getting better and that he should wake up within the next week.

"How long do you think she'll be asleep for?" I hear a voice ask. "I don't know, how long has it been?" Another asks. "About two hours." Another voice says. "Give her another hour, then we will wake her up." A voice I've loved since the day I heard it say. My head shoots up and my eyes make their way to the dull bed. "Tyler!" I squeal happily. "Hailee!" Tyler teases. I roll my eyes, smiling happily. "Can we have a minute?" Tyler asks everyone. "Sure." Blake says leading everyone else out of the room. "I thought I was going to lose you too." I say, the tears coming back to my eyes. For three weeks I would cry endlessly. "I know baby." Tyler says rubbing his thumb softly over my hand. "Come here." He says, motioning for me to sit on the bed. I listen and lay down next to him. "I heard you." Tyler says after a few minutes of utter silence. "I heard you talking to me, everyday." He informs. "You did?" I ask, looking at him. "Yes, I heard everything." He says smiling widely. "I would never forget you, so don't ever think I would again." He says softly. "I know that now." I say. Tyler looks at me with adoration. "Screw it, I haven't kissed you in three weeks." He says before crashing his lips onto mine. I can't help but giggle a little bit but I remain kissing him. "I love you so much." He says once we pull away for breath. "I love you too." I say, grinning. "So, when do you get out of here?" I ask curiously. "They said I can leave on Sunday." He says. That's only two days away.

"Ouch." Tyler whines for the millionth time. "Well maybe if you stop moving so much this wouldn't hurt as much." I state. "Ouch." Tyler whines yet again. "Honestly Tyler just stop moving." I say, getting frustrated. "Ugh." He complains cutely. I roll my eyes before dabbing the cloth on his arm again. "It's just a bruise." I state. "Yeah, but it's a bruise that hurts okay." Tyler defends. I roll my eyes again before muttering "poor baby" sarcastically. "Hey! I heard that!" Tyler complains. "Oh no, did you really?" I ask sarcasticially again. "You're mean." Tyler says pouting. I can't help but laugh at how childish he is.