Mark's P.O.V

I was cleared to go home today. I am DONE with hospital food. (Y/n) wasn't cleared and was unconscious. That was a little worrying but if anyone can do it,it is my (y/n).

They told me her floor but not her room number. Ya know because that isn't important.

After crutching my way into an elevator and going to floor 4 I had to find a receptionist.

"Excuse me could you tell me what room (Y/N) Fischbach is in?"

"Why of course!"

She typed some stuff in to her computer then looked back at me.

"She is in room 308 sir,right down that way."

She pointed down the hallway to my left and gave me a sympathetic smile. I nodded my thanks and went that way. I paused right outside her door and took a deep breath.

"You'll be ok Mark. She is ok. Your ok. Nothing is wrong. It's gonna be ok."

Finally growing an extra ball, I moved in. She had a breathing mask over her side lips. Her (e/c) eyes closed. Her spark not evident in her dormant state of sleep.

I crutches over to the chair beside her bed and picked up her limp hand and kissed it.

I sat there just watching her for the longest time,pleading with my eyes for her to wake up but me pleads were unheard.

About a hour later a nurse came in.

"Oh Mr.Fischbach I'm glad they released you! I need to discuss something with you."

She closed the door and pulled up a chair. This cannot be good.

"Your wife experienced severe head trauma when her head connected with the steering wheel. She is currently in a comatose state and may not wake for a while."

Tears pricked my eyes.

"How long is a while?"

"We aren't for sure. Her doctor thinks maybe a year or two but only time will tell."

The tears fell and a large lump formed in my throat.

"I'm sorry Mr-"

"Shut up nurse. Please leave unless something is needed for her health that might make her wake up faster."

The venom in my tone caused the nurse to flinch and bow her head in sympathy. She slowly walked to the door and opened it.

"Tell us if you need anything sir."

She left the door open and left. I felt my world shatter and collapse around me. The tears fell harder and I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. The pain I felt was unlike and I've felt before.

It was raw and burning. Guilt was licking up my neck like flames. This wasn't my fault...was it? No she wanted to go to the party.

I sat there for the rest of the day. Crying off and on,letting the nurses do their tests and then watch them quickly leave.

They say waiting can be a blessing in disguise. That is a lie waiting is complete and utter torture.