Somewhere In Between Lies And Truth part 2. Hope you'll like it, happy reading!

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I can't stand to watch you go
Cause in my head deep down I know
I don't wanna live without you
I love the way we stay up late
The way you laugh at your mistakes
I love everything about you

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The hospital machines were driving him crazy. They were a non-stop reminder to him about where he was, and why he was there. Pictures of Marti lying on the street, all covered in blood, not able to respond to anything he did or said was flashing through his mind every time he closed his eyes.

Her torn clothes, her blonde hair colored red by the blood seeping from her forehead, her face and neck all covered in cuts, her right eye swollen to the length where it was almost impossible to recognize her. It was weird, really, how she still could look beautiful despite all the wounds from the accident.

But her being beautiful didn't matter, none of this mattered unless she wake up.

Julian had sat there for ten days, holding her hand, wishing she could open her eyes and look right at him with those beautiful eyes and smile. He wished she could squeeze his hand to let him know she knew he was there, that he wasn't going anywhere and that he was sorry. But mostly, he wished she would just wake up.

On the twelfth day, Julian found himself crying. He couldn't manage to stay strong anymore, it was exhausting and heartbreaking to see Marti lying there, so empty, lifeless, shallow. It wasn't who he was used to see and it was literally killing him.

He didn't know what he would do if he lost her. There wasn't an option. So he prayed.

With his eyes closed and his hands locked around Marti's, he kissed the back of her hand numerous times before praying to whoever higher than himself for her to wake up.

"Please. You can't take her away from me. Please." He was sobbing loudly, his forehead resting on their closed hands.


"Please. Oh God, please."



"What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You were in an accident. You got hit by a car. Oh God, Marti. You've been unconcious for twelve days."

"I have?" Marti said puzzled. Wow, this was.. overwhelming.

"Yes. I thought I had lost you." He was so relieved to see her awake, he kissed her everywhere he could. Her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her eyes.

Marti didn't answer. She didn't know what to say. She had been unconcious for almost two weeks? That couldn't be a good sign. But even so, she couldn't remember anything from that night. It was all a blur. And that was an even lesser good sign.

"How did you know I was here?"

"You came to visit me that night, and you.. we got into an argument and you ran out..

You ran out in the street, and there was this car.. and.."

Tears pooled in Marti's eyes as she saw the look on Julian's face, he looked so.. distant. "I'm sorry," Marti whispered. Even if she couldn't remember everything that happened that night, she still knew it wasn't either of their faults.

"God, I thought I'd lost you." Julian bent forward and kissed her temple. He was careful not to hurt her, consider all the damage on her face.

"What did we argue about?" Marti frowned. It was bothering her not knowing why they had argued that night. After all, it was pretty much the reason for her being in here.

Julian's face suddenly became strained and his mouth was set in a thin line. "Well", he said, "I had made dinner and organized everything when you came over."

Marti's face softened a little, thinking how adorable it had been of him to do something like that. Because it was for the two of them, right?

"You were upset and we talked. When you noticed my.. organizing.. you became more upset, because it weren't for us. It was for me and my wife." Julian carefully said, "Or ex-wife. To be."

A picture of a darkened room with candles and a dinner table flashed through Marti's mind, making her flinch a little. She remembered. At least a little.

"Your romantic dinner." She stated, that was the reason they had argued. That was the reason she was in thehospital.

"It was not a romantic dinner." Julian quickly said. "The divorce have become a little more complicated. We made a deal, over which things whom should take. In the last moment before the divorce got finale, she changed her mind and wanted to change the deal. I asked if she wanted to come over for dinner, so we could discuss the changes."

"You have to understand, Marti," Julian grasped her hand in his and looked her right in the eyes, "There was absolutely nothing romantic about it. It was a stupid thing to do, thinking a little more effort would get her to not change the deal. I hoped she would leave it as it was." His eyes never left hers as he spoke, "I want to be with you."

"I, uh, I think I need some time. To process this." Marti spoke softly, "I think we should take some time apart, and think about this."

"I don't have anything to think about. I know what I want, and I want to be with you."

"But I need time. I think it would be best if we didn't continue this relationship until your divorce is final."

The words struck Julian so hard it felt as if he had been slapped.

"You mean we should.. break up?"

"I mean we should take some time apart."


"Julian, please!" Marti withdrew her hand from his hold and looked the other way, trying her hardest to keep tears from falling. She needed time. On her own. To figure out things.

"I think I should go." Julian stood up to collect the things he had taken with him. Books, magazines, clothes, school papers - everything he had brought to keep him company while waiting for her to wake up.

"I'm sorry." Marti whispered. He had been nothing but kind to sit with her while she was uncouncious and she didn't even care to thank him. "And thank you, for being here."

Julian smiled, a small and sad smile before walking out the door. He couldn't keep the lonely tear from falling down his cheeks as he walked through the hospital. He had been so afraid of losing her in the accident, he didn't know what he would do. And now he might loose her anyway.

Marti closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. It was hurting, everywhere. But mostly, it hurt in places drugs couldn't help. It scared her to not know what the future would bring or what would happen between her and Julian, but no matter how much it hurt, this was the right thing to do.

At least for now.

There it is! I don't know if I'm completely happy with how this ended, or if I got out all the potential I felt this chapter held. So, I would be really thankful if you would leave your thoughts :-)

Song used: Plain White T's - Come Back To Me