Prompt: I'm always missing you. (I use it twice in the story)

For @3424896o6

Gone, Yet Still There

No matter where I go. No matter what I do. No matter who I'm with. I'm always missing you. I think about you everyday. About your perfect smile, and witty humour. About your beautiful laugh, and soft whispers. Your happiness. Your sadness. I remember you right up until the last moment. The final second. The last words.
"I love you."

***

I stumbled out of the doors, into the bright sunny front lawn. The hospital is right beside the highway, so the only grassy area is a five metre by five metre square, before the fence, the ditch, and the highway.
After eight months inside the hospital, it feels good to be outside. My usually tan skin is pale as snow, and I'm still wearing the loose beige gown I have been for awhile.
"Ms. Smith!" a nurse called, as she ran after me. With crutches, I was unable to move fast enough to avoid her. "Ms. Smith, are you alright?"
Oh c'mon, I thought.
"I'm fine, Miss," I said in my most polite voice, hoping that she might let me stay out for longer. This wasn't my first escape attempt, but it was the first time I had been outside since...
Well, I thought, I don't know how my brain always comes back to that.

***

I had been driving. You were tired. We were getting off the highway, at the exit closest to my house. Honking horns sounded up ahead. The next moments flashed before my eyes, flashing lights, screaming voices, and the sound of crunching steel. I felt pushing from all sides. But what startled me most was you. Sitting in a serene calm, as if you knew death was upon you. Your head turned, and your unique purple eyes locked with mine.
Your mouth opened, you you said your final words.
"I love you."
Then two things crushed me. First regret. Regret that I had been the one driving. Regret that you would lose your life. The second thing the crushed me, was the car that had crashed into us.

***

I wasn't supposed to be put here, but I was. The nurse looked me dead in the eye. "Ms. Smith, please come back inside. Your legs are not ready for too much movement. The mechanisms aren't quite fitting you yet."
I looked down at the two metal, prosthetic legs, attached to me from the knee down. Because below my knee, nothing natural remained. Only plastic and metal. Well, it wasn't quite that, but you get the picture.
I survived. I lost everything, but my very life. You, however, lost everything. Including your life.
I sighed, and complied to the nurse's commands. She was right, I should be resting. I followed her back inside, and my personal doctor walked over. Dr. Pert examined my legs. He had designed them. And it was lucky he had. Since the prosthetic legs were a new experiment, the government was paying my hospital bills.
"This little," he thought for a moment, "excursion, will set you back a week or two."
I groaned, but I still felt that the sun had been worth it. It's warmth had given me hope. They sat me down in a wheelchair, and took my crutches from me.

***

"Why is life so cruel?" I asked.
"I don't know," you replied, voice exactly how I remembered it. Soft, yet deep.
I know I shouldn't be here. But I couldn't bare to wake myself up. Every night for eight months I had had this same dream. I could talk with you for hours in my sleep. I would dread hearing the nurse's voice waking me up.
Just then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, shaking lightly. I said a quick goodbye. But the last thing I said, before I gained conciseness, was:
"I'm always missing you, Val."
And you would say, "Me too."