Darkest moment

He isn't moving. He isn't speaking to me or anyone else. He doesn't realise there are people around him. He can't hear my voice or that of everyone else. He is covered in bandages. Connected to various tubes and life support. I sat beside him. He was one fine specimen I must say. Even in a hospital gown and bandages, he still took my breath away. Two years ago, I wouldn't have given a s**t if he lived or died. I took his still hands into mine and kissed it. " It's fine Margo. you've cried enough " I heard my father say. Only then did I notice that I was crying. I stared at my family with a tired look. "He is gonna wake up right" I asked no one in particular. I was gradually losing my mind. "I miss him so much daddy. why isn't he waking up?" At this point I was sobbing hysterically. something I never do. My parents looked at me in horror. "Stephan," I hear my mother say ," get the doctor " I know what she means by that. I know what she wants to do. I suddenly laugh out loud making them all look at me like I just grew another head. " Mom, it won't work. Don't you get it? I don't need pain killers or sleeping pills. I need to be here when Cole wakes up. I need to take care of him. I'm his wife. It's my job to do that. " I told her matter of factly. I take back my seat and take his hand into mine again. He was in this condition because of me. It's all my fault. If I hadn't bothered going to that stupid mall for that stupid bag, my Cole wouldn't be in this condition. I did this to him and I hate myself for that. I always avoid staying alone because I might hurt myself. please God. Send me a miracle. And just like that, his eyes crack open. I was too shocked and happy to talk. I felt the tears running down my face in torrents. He looks at me, eyes full of admiration, just like I remembered. I flung my arms around him. "Thank you Cole. Thank you for waking up " I said inbetween sobs. The first words that left his mouth got me releasing him slowly. For seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, I waited patiently to hear his voice. Now that I did, it broke my heart completely. It was nothing I ever imagined. I pictured a situation where he wakes up and the first thing he says is "Margo" but no. That didn't happen. The look he gave me told me he meant what he asked. "Who are you Miss" He repeated after noticing my lack of response.