I leaned on the wall for support, feeling the exhaustion slowly consume my body. I bent forward slightly, resting my hands on my knees to catch my breath. It was already late and half of the building had closed for the night. The lights in the hall were flickering and lightly swaying back and forth.

I hate hospitals.

The walls were too white, not having any color or vibrancy. It made everything so gloomy and depressing. Its bad enough that hospitals bring pain and sorrow to people, they didn't need to look the part as well.

Letting out a long sigh I slid down the wall until I came in contact with the floor. I probably looked like the sketchiest person, just sitting alone in a half-lit hallway, but I had more things to worry about. I closed my eyes, silently pleading for the slightest miracle.

There was a red rectangular light above the door. It had been flashing for the past couple hours. The most important person in my life, was fighting for his life behind those closed doors.

For hours I just sat, looking at nothing in particular.

The sound of double doors opening broke my daze. A middle-aged man, wearing scrubs came out. He looked around, removing his gloves and threw them in a bin with a sigh.

I quickly stood up and walked towards him, who I assume would be the doctor. As I got closer, my heart started pounding in my chest, making it harder to breathe. I stopped directly in front of him keeping my focus on his eyes, trying to determine the type of news he was about to tell me.

I held in my breath waiting for him to speak first, I wanted to hold onto what little hope was left. I had a tendency to make up my own conclusions and the thoughts in my mind were slowly tearing me apart.

"He will be just fine, Miss," He said, giving a small tired smile. I let out the breath I was holding and immediately felt the weight on my chest disappearing.

"Can I see him?" I asked peeking around him to catch a glimpse. I knew that the chances of the doctor letting me see him was slim, but it didn't hurt to try.

"Unfortunately, its family only, and visiting hours had long passed." He replied looking sympathetic. I just nodded and looked down, feeling lost on what to do now. I looked longingly at the door.

"Why don't you go home and come back in the morning. I promise you we'll take good care of him." He said, obviously wanting me to hurry and leave. I sighed and nodded in defeat. There really was nothing I could change while being there.

I walked around giving myself a tour of the place. I settled myself in the closest waiting area, making sure there was no nagging staff to send me away. It was practically already morning and going home would just be a hassle. Being on an overly big sofa, seemed to take the remaining energy left in my body. I yawned letting sleep enclose me.

* * *

I skidded to a stop nearly missing the room. I had overslept, and the doctor from last night had woken up, saying that John was awake. Bless his heart for bothering to tell me. I pushed the door open, using more force than necessary. I winced as the door loudly hit the wall, earning me a glare and a disapproving look from the nurse walking by.

As soon as I walked through the doors, his beautiful brown eyes took a hold of mine. He was sitting up with a book at hand. Odd, he usually preferred watching tv over reading. I shook the thought away, I was probably over thinking it. He didnt look as bad as I had originally thought. His usual styled hair was messy and all over the place. There were small cuts and bruises on his left check and chin. The only thing that looked serious was a bandage that wrapped around his forehead. He looked at me curiously, giving a small smile revealing his dimple.

"John," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. I rushed to his side pulling him into my arms. Not wanting to let go, I missed having his warmth surround me. Pulling back looking him in the eyes,

"I missed you," I smiled brightly up at him, bringing my lips to his. He immediately responded back, kissing me gently and passionately, bringing his hand to cup my cheek. I had planned for it to be a short sweet kiss but he seemed to have other plans. I smiled against his lips, unable to contain my happiness. I reluctantly broke the kiss, smiling up at him. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, sighing as he put his forehead against mine. I could feel my face heating up, as a blush made its way on my cheek. This is what I loved about him, no matter how long we have been together, whenever we kissed it still feels like the first one we shared. The butterflies in my stomach were always fluttering and they never went away.

He lifted his head and looked at me with uncertainty. It was the same boy I fell in love with...but I could feel that something was different.

He shook his head looking troubled. Suddenly pushing me back slightly. I gawked at him, feeling shocked and confused on why he would push me away.

"Im sorry, but do I know you?" he said looking apologetic. I could feel the love he had for me when we kissed, and now he denied knowing me.

I smiled at him, of course he'd joke around even in this situation. I prepared to respond with a sly remark, but his face showed no sign of humor. Was he being serious right now?

"Baby..." I trailed off, looking at him set an uneasy feeling in my stomach. He kept looking at me with a blank expression. I opened my mouth to say something but my throat felt closed and dry. A realization hit me, getting the wind knocked out of me. My ears were ringing and a heavy feeling took over my body filling the air with tension. It was getting hard just to take a simple breath.

Something was wrong. I stumbled back, my heart aching at his words. I could feel a lump forming at the back of my throat as tears started to form in my eyes. Trying to force them back I blinked vigorously, but the tears were forming so fast that I couldnt even force them back. My eyes got heavy and tears started to flow down my cheek.

"I-I'm your girlfriend," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed and ashamed that I forced myself on him, when he saw me as a complete stranger.

"Oh," was all he said looking down. Great. I had created such an awkward atmosphere. To make things worst, his mother walked in. Quickly I whipped my tears, not wanting her to see me vulnerable. She was a tall intimidating woman, always wearing at least four inches of heel, when she clearly didnt need to. Her hair was short stopping right below her ears. She always wore extravagant clothing, throwing the fact that she's rich in peoples faces.

"Oh, Darling I heard the horrible news," she said in a fake concerned voice. Her heals clicked against the hard floor as she made her way towards him. I suppressed myself from rolling my eyes at her. Yeah right, she cared! She kissed him from cheek to cheek, formally greeting him. When he looked at her confused, she just smiled.

"Darlin', its me, your mother," her smile getting bigger. John nodded in acknowledgement.

"Leah, dear, will you step out with me for a moment," she turned her attention to me, her fake smile plastered on her face. I forced out a small smile, nodding in agreement.

"Perfect," She replied already walking out of the room. I didn't look back at John, not trusting myself to keep the tears in.

As soon as I walked out the hallway, Mrs. Michaels façade disappeared. She glared at me with all the hate she could muster. I would have squirmed at her sight, but she has been glaring at me since the moment I met her, and by now I was pretty must use to it.

"Now then, would you care to explain why you would bring him to this hospital? What if someone here sees him and recognizes him! So embarrassing," she sighed bring her hand over her eyes.

"How the hell did YOU let this happen?!" She began to scream, directed her attention to her husband who made his way towards us. He looked shock at first but composed himself. I turned back around to look at John as they continued to bicker. The walls that separated his room from the hallway were transparent, allowing you to look through the room. I pressed my hand on the window, hoping he couldnt hear any of us. Problems and drama were the last things he needed.

I sighed as Mrs. Michael cleared her throat, trying to catch my attention. When I turned to face her I saw that the her husband had left and went inside to see John.

"Theres no need for you to stay. I am going to be with my son for the rest of the day, so you can go on home," she said flashing me her fake smile. Before I could respond, she turned her heels and walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. I sighed, running my hand through my hair. John probably needed the day away from me after the shock I inflicted on him. Begrudgingly I headed home.

* * *

This time I'll talk to him, I repeated in my mind. For the past three days whenever I would try to see him, he was either asleep or his parents would be there and usher me out. I made my way to him room, seeing a big man wearing a black suit paced back and forth in front of his door. He stood straight and both of his hands behind his back. When I tried to reach for the handle he stepped in front of me holding his hand out in defense. What the heck was going on? As if on que Mrs. Michael came out, closing the door behind her.

"Grace, what is going on," I said narrowing my eyes.

"Goodness child have you no respect," She retorted looking me with disgust, "Anyways, this is Bruce and he will be making sure that you and John dont see each other," She said in a bored tone.

I gapped at her. Was she being serious right now?

"What, I whispered," trying to register what she just said.

"Johns father and I discussed it and, we think that he'll recover better without you."

I shook my head at her, "You cant keep me away, he'll never get better," I said

"Oh honey, thats what I want. His life was a mess making careless mistakes, such as yourself. Obviously, he needs to recover from all those years he wasted with you. This, this is a gift to correct his wrongs. Awe I hope you'll understand," She rambled, like it was the most normal thing to say. Shes insane!

He was not a freaking robot that can be reprogramed to do your bidding. There was so much I wanted to scream at her, but before I could she waved her hand dismissingly and Bruce walked in between us grabbing my arm.

"Grace, please dont do this!" I screamed at her retreating figure, my heart rapidly beating in my chest. It hurt, He was all I had. He was my anchor, my wall. I went to him for everything. Not having him in my life was simply inconceivable. I could feel the tears spill from my eyes, as sobs escaped my libs. I felt hopeless. John was slowly slipping through my grasp and I couldnt do anything about it.