For most people, when this kind of thing happens to them, they end up dead somewhere, never to be found. Somehow, I managed to escape that fate with just some minor cuts and bruises. I can't say the same for him.
All I could do was stare at his face. His beautiful face, now swollen and bruised. It didn't matter to me though. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for that face.
That face saving me.
I am grateful for everything that he has done for me in the past 24 hours. He's the best thing that ever happened to me, and I owe him my life. If he still has one left.
All I have left to do is wait for the doctors to come in and tell me the results. I don't think I would be able to live with myself, knowing that his life has to be altered, just so I could live.
"Ms. Harrison, I've got some good news and bad news," the doctor said when he walked in.
The last thing I wanted to hear was bad news. Bad news would mean I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
"Good news first," I said.
"The good news is, there was no internal damage, and you two are both alive and well," the doctor said.
I let out a sigh of relief. We were both okay. I could live with myself.
"And the bad?" I asked.
"The bad news is, if he doesn't wake up in the next day, he may not ever wake up," the doctor said.
His words echoed through my head. He may not ever wake up. I would never be able to hear his childish laughter. Listen to his stupid jokes. Play in the rain. Ever again.
"Are you sure?" I asked. He's a doctor, of course he's sure.
"It would turn out to be one of those medical miracles," the doctor said, walking out. I held back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I needed to be strong. For the both of us.
I made sure I was able to maintain my balance and walked over to his bed. Aside from the bruises under his eye, he still looked the same. He looked peaceful.
It was getting harder and harder with each passing second to not cry. I tried to think that he was just sleeping. And that he would wake up in a few hours.
I climbed into the hospital bed with him and rested my head on his pillow.
"You have to wake up. For me, and for you," I said. I stroked his face. It still felt warm. He was still alive. That's all the reassurance I needed.
"I've already had my miracle, now you need yours," I said, kissing his cheek.
What I wouldn't give for a sign of him waking up right then. Anything to let me know he was okay. And he could hear me.
"I love you too much for you to not wake up," I said. For some reason, I felt like he could hear me.
"I want to be your Mrs. Spiederman," I said, smiling. I let the first tear fall and that was all that was needed to send me off into a fit of tears.
I looked at the ring that was on my finger and took it off. I never noticed how perfect it was. Even the inscription, it was perfect.
Jude + Speeddude's forever and a day
"Forever and a day," I said, slipping the ring onto his pinky finger. It was the only one that would fit. Then I closed my eyes and drifted off into a sweet slumber.
Okay so this is part one of hour 24, but before I can finish it, I have to Tarantino it and start from the beginning. When it all went wrong.