|Bright Blue Eyes
Author: Mystifying Fog PM
It was too late for Rachel to get off the plane. She was going to come back as soon as she could. But suddenly, the unexpected happens, and Rachel finds herself fighting for her own life. Will she live?Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Romance - Ross G. & Rachel G. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 8,353 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 10-07-12 - Published: 09-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8512198
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Night came quickly, and Rachel was asleep. I was holding Emma, and Rachel's parents were figuring out who should stay overnight and who should go to a hotel. When they couldn't agree, I spoke up.
"I'll stay. You two go to a hotel with Emma. I'll be fine here."
"Oh, Ross, thank you for offering, but I think one of us should stay here. You don't need to stay with her," said Mrs. Green.
"No, I want to stay. I want to be here with Rachel. I'm telling you, it'll be fine."
"Just let Geller stay here. He won't give up. It's his nature," said Dr. Green. Mrs. Green finally agreed, and they both left with Emma while I sat in the sleeper chair on the other side of the room. Rachel fell asleep with the TV still on, so I watched some TV until I finally fell asleep as well.
I woke up the next morning at around 5 o'clock. Rachel was still asleep, so I slipped out to get some coffee and a bagel from the coffee bar downstairs. I didn't take long to eat the bagel, so I took my coffee upstairs to be with Rachel again. I went to the elevator. When the doors opened, Katie was there with a wheelchair.
"Oh, Ross! How are you? How is your girlfriend?" she asked me.
"She's doing okay. She woke up last night. I was just getting some coffee. I assume this is your husband?"
"Yeah. We're going home today. We live in Toronto, so we have a bit of driving to do."
"Ah. We live in New York City. Hopefully we'll be going home soon," I said.
"Well, we should get going. Nice meeting you Ross!" she said. I nodded, smiled, and went into the elevator to head back to Rachel's room. When I got there, she was already awake.
"Oh, hi... Ross, right?" she said.
"Yeah, Ross. Good morning! How are you feeling?" I asked her.
"I'm okay, besides a little bit of a headache, but the nurse said that's normal." I nodded, and sipped my coffee while we both relaxed and watched TV. Not much happened for a while, besides a few nurses every now and again coming in to check Rachel's vitals. At around 6:30, Rachel's parents showed up with Emma again.
"Hi, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" asked Mrs. Green.
"I'm okay," she replied. It was very soon after her parents arrived, that a doctor showed up and said she was being moved to a normal hospital room. He told us that she may be able to go home by tomorrow, if everything is going well. We got up, and headed down to the 2nd floor, where Rachel's new room was. It was still a private room, which was nice. We got settled in, and her parents ran downstairs to get some breakfast, taking Emma with them. I was left alone with Rachel. It was silent for a while, but then she spoke up.
"So, Ross, we used to date?" she asked.
"I really wish I hadn't lost my memory now, it would have been a lot easier if I didn't..." she trailed off.
"You know, Rach, it's okay. It's not your fault." Rachel appeared distressed after I said this.
"I don't know, Ross, I just don't know if I'll ever have the feelings I apparently used to have again. You know, for you. I hope you're okay with that..." she trailed off again.
"Rach, it's fine." I sat on the edge of her bed. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're okay." She smiled, and looked up at me.
"I don't know if I'll ever be okay, if I can't remember anything." I put my hand over hers, and looked at her.
"You'll be okay. I promise you that," I told her.
"How do you know? Since I woke up, everything's been absolute hell. I don't know who I am, or who anyone is for that matter. I don't know anything. It's as if I never existed until now. How would you feel if it happened to you?"
I had nothing to say to that. I didn't reply. After a few seconds, Rachel looked down at her bed. I saw a couple of tears drip down from her face to the blanket. I sighed, and reached for a hug. She returned the hug, and a few tears fell on my shirt. When I let go, I got up, and sat in the chair next to her bed. The room became silent as Rachel continued to cry. I sat there, and wondered.
Wondered what would happen if she never came around.