Is There A Forever? (sequel to 'Together Forever') OnHold

Chapter Six

"I know you would hate this, too. It tastes like that cheap pizza we bought a few years ago when we snuck out to the grocery store."

Clarke felt herself trying to smile. That sounded familiar to her.

"The crust is like cardboard, Clarke."

Clarke. Clarke. Her name was Clarke, wasn't it? It was.

"Baby, when you wake up, I'm going to fly you to Italy. We're going to eat pizza from a real Italian chef. And we'll eat it on the balcony of a really fancy hotel. Close to a beach, preferably."

Warm sensations filled her body at the thought and at the voice. It was so familiar to her. It was like, it was like when you come home after a long trip. How you walk in and just feel enveloped in happiness and safety. That's how the voice made her feel.

She felt a touch, a rough hand circling hers. "I love you so much, Clarke. I know you can hear me. Please, please wake up."

Wake up? How to do that....

Clarke felt her eyes fluttering. She couldn't see anything, so she willed herself to open them completely. Her eyes scanned the darkened room, immediately noting the small light next to the sleeping form in the bed next to her. She strained her neck just a little, turning completely.

The form was barely illuminated, but he was beautiful. If that was a proper way to compliment a man, anyways. His face was smooth and beautiful, it appeared to have freckles. It seemed so familiar to her, she had to stop herself from reaching out to try and caress it. She felt like she needed to touch him...

She turned the other way, but the other side of the room was just machines and wires. She tried to swallow, and it was like swallowing sand.

Shouldn't she have a nurse button somewhere? Surely there would be a nurse with a big glass of water. She looked around, but she didn't see a button.

Well damn. She would have to wake the sleeping form next to her. There was no way she could sit there with sand in her throat.

"Hey!" She tried to call, but her voice failed her. It came out only as a whisper, which made the sand worse. She looked around, but nothing was in reach to throw. Laying back with a sigh, she had an idea. She used the rails of the bed, struggling a little to move, and tossed her pillow at him.

"What?" He asked, sleepy. He shot up and stared at her, making her feel very uncomfortable. His brown eyes were wide as he stumbled out of bed to stand in front of her. "Clarke?"

Clarke felt her eyes widen at this man. She took back the earlier compliment, he was breath taking. He did have freckles. Lots of them. And his hair was a messy unkempt bunch of dark curls. She gasped as he smiled brightly, and then kissed her.

Her mind was a swirling mess but heat was shooting through her body as his touch. He pulled back way too soon, though. "Holy shit, you're awake! Do you need anything? I have to call the doctor in!"

"Water," Clarke managed.

He reached over to the table and opened a bottle of water, helping her. She gulped, the water soothing on her dry throat.

"Easy, easy," he chuckled. He took the water back, kissing her forehead. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to shout down the hallway."

Clarke watched him. He was ecstatic. He shouted out in the hallway, much to a few people's annoyance. But, suddenly the room was bursting with people.

The man who had kissed her was sitting on his bed as Clarke followed a light with her eyes.

"Clarke?"

Clarke leaned around the old woman in front of her to see a familiar man. She knew him, but she couldn't quite place his name. He moved everyone out of his way and made her follow the light again. "Clarke? I'm Marcus Kane. Do you know who you are?" Marcus! Of course!

"Clarke Griffin."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, Marcus."

"Do you know where you are?"

"Hospital."

"Good," he nodded. "Do you know why you're here? Can you remember anything that was happening before you woke up here?"

Clarke thought back, flashes and small pieces of her life coming back to her. "Uhm, I don't know," she admitted.

"That's okay," Marcus smiled. "You were in an accident, Clarke. You were driving. It was very rainy, and you crossed over some train tracks." Clarke closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. "You were hit by a train, Clarke."

She could remember bits. "I can't, I can't remember it all. I was driving," she confirmed. "I remember crossing over, and then this horrible loud sound. I was, I got flipped I think. Wait, but I was on the phone, wasn't I? I was talking. I was talking to someone and, was I wearing a dress? For some reason I think I was."

The man stood up from the bed, but Marcus held his hand up. "That's all right. That's very good, Clarke. Now, do you recognize this man next to us?"

Clarke's eyes traveled over to the man who had kissed her once again. "I do. I recognize everything about him, somehow. I think I know him, I think he's important to me. I, I think I need him. Like, I don't think I can be without him." She shook her head. "Sorry, is that weird?"

Clarke watched as the man's face changed from hopeful to broken, his eyes watering up.

"His voice was in my head for as long as I can remember. He feels, like. Ugh. He feels like, home? Is that.. is that weird?"

The man's face changed again, this time to a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What's your name?" Clarke asked him.

It took him a moment, but he met her eyes. "It's me, Clarke. Bellamy."