Sam’s P.O.V.
I’ve been sitting here for quite some time, not talking anymore, just staring at our hands. Some of the doctors will probably come soon to send me out but I don’t care.
I feel weak, not as physically as much mentally. I just want to lay down next to her and wait for her to wake up. I want her to know that I am here, waiting for her.
Lost in my thoughts, I heard groan and my head snapped at her way. She was awake, looking at me. I opened my mouth, to scream from happiness or something, but the voice just couldn’t leave my body, although my lips were forming words. I was waving with my hands in the air because I couldn’t touch her, I was scared I could hurt her.
Without thinking I ran out of the room in the hallway.
“SHE’S AWAKE!” I scream
