His Last Rose

her heart hurt. he didn't understand his feelings. she decided to end it all. he wouldn't let her. she fell in love, with the wrong boy. but when the other man appears in her life, can maysilee find the one she truly loves?

he loves me, he loves me too.


9. Awakening


Rays of sunlight flooded my vision. I blinked.

"Damn blinds." Someone muttered.

I blinked again and my vision started to clear.

It was still fuzzy, but I could tell there was someone in my room. I blinked again, improving my sight slightly. Now I could tell exactly who my visitor was.

Liam Reed.

I was shocked, to say the least, and I supposed I had startled him some too. He stared at me, now as I was totally conscious.

"You're awake?" He asked, approaching me slowly.

"Yes," I mouthed not sure how to use my voice again. I opened my mouth to speak. "Yes." I tried again, forcing the words out. The sound of my voice was strange, it seemed unreal.

He nodded his head and walked into the hallway. "She's awake." He called. His voice sounded shaky.

"Where's the rest of your posse?" I said, still testing out my voice. But I was honestly curious. Where were the other boys? What did they want to do to me now? I shrunk under my sheets a little in anticipation.

"Around." He replied shortly.

My breath caught in my throat. "Where?"

He realized what I'd meant. "No, don't worry. They aren't here. And they won't hurt you." He smiled encouragingly.

I nodded, but didn't move from under my sheets. Then a thought struck me. "Were you the one that was visiting me all those days?" I asked him. This excited me, maybe he was my alley boy!

He chuckled slightly. "No, that was ah--someone else."

I nodded.

"Wait, how'd you know about that?" His sudden outburst startled me. "You've been in a coma all this time!"

I cursed myself. How was I supposed to explain my situation to him? He'd never believe me. But if I didn't say anything, I'd come off suspicious.

"I--I," I glanced around the room. My eyes landed on the table next to my bed. "I noticed the flowers. There are so many, someone must have been dropping them off." I fumbled over my words.

He paused, in thought I assumed, debating whether or not to accept my answer. "Yeah." He said finally, still looking at me skeptically.

I attempted to lift my arm. It felt like my bones had turned to liquid. My muscles had gotten weak. I moved around more of my body parts. Kicked my leg, rolled my ankle, twisted my torso back and forth. Feeling confident in my new strength state, I swung my rubbery legs over the side of my hospital bed. Then I stood.

For about three seconds. My weak legs collapsed under me. I waited for the pain of hitting the hard tile of the floor, but felt nothing. Instead, I felt strong arms lift me up, bridal style. Liam stood and placed me carefully back on the bed.

"I want to walk," I grumbled, trying to get to my feet again.

"No," He laid a hand on my leg, and I immediately stopped. "You aren't strong enough yet. You've been out for nearly five months. Let your body get used to moving again. In slow increments." His brow furrowed in concentration as he fixed the pillow supporting my back. "If it isn't just right, you won't heal right..." He muttered when I tried to stop him.

"Liam," I said, grabbing his hand. It was fairly large compared to mine. "I'm really fine."

He nodded and pulled his hand away quickly. He took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you here, Liam?" I asked.

He sighed and fumbled with his hands. "I--well, I felt bad about being a jerk with the guys before, and I wanted to see how you were doing. Recovery wise." His words came in a jumbled rush. Surprisingly enough, I understood it all. "I needed to see you, and feel the guilt of being part of the reason for your attempted suicide. I'd never felt so horrible in my life. To hear about someone you know almost being killed, and you know that you were part of the reason..." He ran his fingers through his hair. "When I first heard about the you, and that truck, I thought you'd been killed. And having that guilt, it's something no one wants to bear. I was planning on coming here to apologize, to a body that wasn't going to reply back. It was actually really coward-like. I wasn't planning on you being awake." He smiled weakly at me.

"I wasn't either." I replied, and we both laughed a little. "Liam, it means a lot that you cared at all. I highly doubt any of the other guys even gave me a second thought." He then mumbled something incomprehensible. I dismissed it and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Don't feel bad. I don't blame you."

It was then the nurses came rushing in. They hooked up countless tubes to me, and shoved Liam away from my bedside. I tried to reach out for him to stay, any human communication from someone who cared would be nice, but my arm was pushed down as yet another tube was injected into me. This time, I felt every needle.

"She's unstable!" I heard a nurse yell.

Everything around felt like it was in chaos. My head whipped back and forth as I tried to observe all of my surroundings, and I caught a glimpse of Liam standing in the doorway. And even amongst the nurses, moving frantically around my room, trying to save me, I could still make out the words he mouthed to me.

I'll see you soon. Stay strong.

I nodded, just as I felt another needle push into my arm.

Stay strong.

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