MF - G
Written for a prompt over at Muse Muggers.
Lee sat at her bedside and watched each rise and fall of her chest. His hand held hers loosely, and he didn't know how long he could go on like this. She'd be like this for over a year now. Ever since the car accident that for all intensive purposes should have taken her life. Yet, by some odd twist of fate, she still lived on. Unaided by machine. Her chest rising and falling with each and every breath she took.
Each and every night, he came here to sit by her side. Just as he had promised he would. They had only been married two years when she had gone out that night. Wanting to run out to pick something she just needed to have for their dinner. He'd offered to go, but she told him no. He'd worked a twelve hour shift that day, and it would only take her fifteen minutes to drive up to the market and back. The rain had been falling off and on, and as she pulled into the intersection a mere block from their home, she had not one chance as the brakes failed on the car from the other direction.
Now, he sat and wait here. Waiting for some sign, any sign from her. Wanting her to do something , anything would do. Squeeze his hand, open her eyes. Anything. He had swore to always be by her side, in sickness and health til death do them part, and he had no intentions of breaking that promise to her. It was getting harder though.
The doctor's had no idea why she hadn't woken. Physically she had healed, but she slept on. Truly slept and slept. Just one sign. He sighed softly, glancing down at his watch and noting how late it was. He really should be returning home. Yet, he found himself wanting to stay longer. He leaned back in the chair he sat on, his eyes closing. Maybe he would just rest here a bit.
Somehow he drifted off to sleep there where he sat. Unknown to him, his wife lay there watching him. Having awoken soon after he closed his eyes. When the nurse woke him up some hours later, he glanced at the bed, his wife once again sound asleep.
Lee sat at her bedside and watched each rise and fall of her chest. His hand held hers loosely, and he didn't know how long he could go on like this. She'd be like this for over a year now. Ever since the car accident that for all intensive purposes should have taken her life. Yet, by some odd twist of fate, she still lived on. Unaided by machine. Her chest rising and falling with each and every breath she took.
Each and every night, he came here to sit by her side. Just as he had promised he would. They had only been married two years when she had gone out that night. Wanting to run out to pick something she just needed to have for their dinner. He'd offered to go, but she told him no. He'd worked a twelve hour shift that day, and it would only take her fifteen minutes to drive up to the market and back. The rain had been falling off and on, and as she pulled into the intersection a mere block from their home, she had not one chance as the brakes failed on the car from the other direction.
Now, he sat and wait here. Waiting for some sign, any sign from her. Wanting her to do something , anything would do. Squeeze his hand, open her eyes. Anything. He had swore to always be by her side, in sickness and health til death do them part, and he had no intentions of breaking that promise to her. It was getting harder though.
The doctor's had no idea why she hadn't woken. Physically she had healed, but she slept on. Truly slept and slept. Just one sign. He sighed softly, glancing down at his watch and noting how late it was. He really should be returning home. Yet, he found himself wanting to stay longer. He leaned back in the chair he sat on, his eyes closing. Maybe he would just rest here a bit.
Somehow he drifted off to sleep there where he sat. Unknown to him, his wife lay there watching him. Having awoken soon after he closed his eyes. When the nurse woke him up some hours later, he glanced at the bed, his wife once again sound asleep.
posted by Regina Avalos at 3:18 AM
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