courtney's pov
it'd been two weeks. i'd almost given up.
each night i sat in that chair next to him. i've never really believed in afterlife or thought about what comes next, but i prayed.
do you ever feel.. broken or something?
we're doing the best we can, miss Miller.
he'll be okay.
we just don't know when he'll be conscious.
all i get is nothing but empty promises.
sure, we drifted i guess. but this man was the love of my life and a few weeks apart wasn't going to change that.
"shayne. wake up, man. i cant do this without you." i begged. squeezing his hand i could only look at him. i've cried too much these last weeks.
all i need is for his ocean blue eyes to look back at me.
or maybe for him to just... squeeze my hand back?
and in that split second, i swear he did.
"oh my god. shayne? baby? did you jus-"
"doctor nelson!"
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imagine not posting a chapter in over a year oops
no for real tho i'm sorry guys
quarantine got me bored as hell so maybe i can start posting more if you want?
thanks for reading babes
