I guess I’m an idiot because that doesn’t make sense. “But she’s—”
“They’ve been weaning her off the medication…so she should have started showing signs.” Emotion clogs his throat. “The doctor said they’ll give it some more time though because she’s so young. However, even if she does come back, he said she won’t be…she’ll be different.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means brain damage, Cole. But we won’t really know until she wakes up.” Tears slide down his cheek. “If she ever wakes up.”
Infuriation courses through me as I stand up. “She will.”
She has to.
“The doctor thinks you have brain damage,” I tell her. “I know it’s scary and it really sucks, but…we’ll make it through this.” I squeeze her hand. “Truth be told, you’re so damn smart…a little brain damage might enable the rest of us to finally catch up with you…you know?”
Leaning over her bed, I place my lips on her forehead. “Whatever happens when you come back to me…I’ll still love you. And I promise I’ll never ever fucking leave you. Just please, Sawyer. Come back to me.”
Because without her…there is no me.
“I’m sorry I said those things the other day,” Dylan says beside me. “I was angry and devastated.”
I turn to look at her. “And now?”
“I’m fucking petrified.” She starts sobbing so hard she shakes. “Her mom doesn’t think she’ll make it.”
That doesn’t surprise me one bit. She’s always thought the worst of her daughter…why would now be any different?
“Her mom is a cunt.”
She snorts through her tears. “Yeah, she is. God, she really fucking is.”
I cut my gaze to hers. “Don’t give up on her.”
“I won’t…I just.” Her bottom lips quivers. “I miss her.”
I miss her, too.
“Get out.”
Mrs. Church stares at me with wide eyes. “I beg your pardon?”
“You have no right to see her when you’re going around telling people she won’t make it.” I grab her by the elbow and haul her ass back out to the hallway. “Get the fuck out.”
She struggles against me, but I’m stronger. “Get your hands off me right now before I call security.”
Mr. Church rushes over to us. “What the hell is going on?”
Face full of shock, she peers up at her husband. “Cole is trying to kick me out of my own daughter’s room.”
Hell fucking yeah, I am. Sawyer can’t speak right now, so I’ll speak for her.
“A daughter you don’t fucking deserve,” I seethe as I look at Sawyer’s dad. “You know as well as I do, she’s a big reason Sawyer started taking those pills, sir.” I turn my glare on her. “Maybe no one has the guts to say it to your face, but I will. You’re poison. A horrible fucking mother. You might be pretty on the outside, but you sure as hell are hideous on the inside.”
She slaps me. Hard. But I don’t care.
“I’ll never understand how someone as beautiful as Sawyer ever came out of someone as ugly as you.”
She rears back. “How dare you.”
“How dare you, lady. How dare you make your daughter feel like she’s not good enough when she is everything that is right with the world. How dare you give up on her when she’s fighting like hell to come back to me.” I look at Mr. Church. “There is never a reason good enough to stay with someone who treats her own flesh and blood like she does. Ever.”
Mr. Church’s eyebrows shoot up. “I—”
“Cole’s right,” Dylan says behind me. “I was there for one of the dress fittings. Sawyer had already lost a little weight at that point and was feeling good about herself. I don’t think she was looking to lose more, but your wife insisted she needed too.”
He turns his now livid eyes on his wife. “Jolene—”
“It was a wedding,” she screams. “My gosh, you people are acting like I told her to starve herself. I had no idea she was taking pills to lose the weight. I never would have been okay with that.” She jabs a finger in the air. “I just wanted her to be healthy with some diet and exercise. That doesn’t make me a bad mother.”
Mr. Church makes a painful noise in his throat. “What about happy?”
Jolene looks like that’s a foreign concept to her. “I don’t—”
“You spent so much time worrying about her weight and what other people thought…but zero worrying about her happiness.” His expression is etched with pain as he brushes past her. “You make me sick.”
“Well, I told your mother off,” I inform her. “And before you get mad, I don’t regret it. Not one single bit. She needed to hear how much she was hurting you.” I kiss her hand. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, Sawyer. Not without me hurting them right back and making them pay.”
I kiss her forehead. “I just need you to wake up so I can prove it to you.”
Because without her…there is no me.
“I spoke to the coach at Duke’s Heart,” Jace says. “He sends his…” he stops short before he finishes his sentence. “He told me to have you to give him a call and reschedule whenever you’re able to.”
I don’t care.
The only thing I care about is her.
He squeezes my shoulder. “You’ve been here for five days. I think you should go home and rest for a bit. Or at least take a shower.”
No. I need to be here the second she wakes up.
Because she will wake up.
She has to.
“I’m obviously not doing something right. Something that you need…so why don’t you just give me a hint…some small clue…so I can fucking do it.”
Nothing.
I kiss her hand. “Please, Sawyer. It’s been six days already.”
I miss her voice. Her eyes. Her sass. Her smell.
I miss every single fucking thing about her.
Gripping her hand tighter, I grit out, “You love me, don’t you?” I run my thumb along her forehead. “Then wake the fuck up…please.”
I bring my fist to my mouth, stuffing down the agony. “I’ll give you anything you want, Bible Thumper. Any fucking thing you want. I just need you to come back to me.”
I try to take a breath past the crushing weight on my chest, but it feels impossible “We’re gonna get through this, right?”
Nothing. Not even an eye flutter.
“Fine. A bet brought us together, so how about we make another one?” I swallow the lump rising in my throat. “I’ll marry you, give you a million goddamn babies, and buy us a huge house we’ll grow old together in. I’ll give you forever and always, Sawyer.” I dip my head so my lips hover above her ear, “All you have to do is wake up.”