Luke's POV.
"Luke dear, you should rest, you've been here all day." Her mom said placing fruit basket at the table beside her hospital bed.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Smith, I wanna be the first person she'll see when she wakes up." I answered my voice hoarse from lack of sleep.
I'm sure I probably looked liked a mess right now, ring of bags under my eyes, some stubble on my chin, but I could care less.
"Now, now, how many times have I told you to call me mom? And, briar won't like seeing you with multiple bags under your eyes right? She'd expect her boyfriend all fresh and handsome." Her mother encouraged me but I didn't budge.
"That is, if she still considers me as her boyfriend, after what she think she saw, I don't think she'll accept me with open arms when she wakes up." Even if she doesn't
