"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." Adam repeated this under his breath like a mantra. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
Mia had squeezed his hand. She had squeezed his hand! That had to mean something. It had to mean she was going to wake up. She was going to open her eyes. She was going to see him and ask questions about what happened and Kat and Denny and Teddy and it would be so, so hard to answer her questions. But he would, because she was awake to ask them. She was awake, and looking at him and her heart was still beating.
The heart monitor bleeped steadily in the background. It was annoying as hell, but it was Adam's saving grace sometimes. Because he would look at her, her face framed against all the white of the hospital and she would look so impossibly pale, and she would look so impossibly thin and still and then he would get so worried that she wasn't breathing because she looked so very much like a corpse. But she was breathing because her heart was still beating, and that heart monitor was telling him so.
Adam cupped her hand in his. Her very cold hands, they were always so cold. As his habit, he blew on them, trying to warm them up. "Mia," he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Please wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
This time, she did.
This just came to me while I was listening to 'Girlfriend In A Coma' by the Smiths. I don't own the song or If I Stay