Jemma's POV:

It's been 4 months and Michael still hasn't woken up from his coma.

 They keep telling me that his brain function is minimal and that the longer he's down the less chance that he'll wake up.

His organs have begun failing and the doctors have asked me to consider pulling the plug.

I cant do it. He'll come back to me. 

I know he will.

 I just have to wait a little more.

I'm the only one here now. Skip and Tina left after they agreed with the doctors that I should put Michael down like a dog.

I had his mom removed when she started to fight me on it. She's even fighting the legitimacy of our marriage. They rule today and if she wins she'll be ruled the next of kin and be the one to decide to pull the plug or not.

I glanced up at the clock and waited.

 Holding the hand of the love of my life. The doors opened and everyone walks in.

 The doctor looked at me with sympathetic eyes and I knew.

He walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry"

He began unhooking machine after machine. Until the only ones left were his heart monitor and the respirator that breathes for him.

I turned to plead with his family. "Please don't do this. He'll come back to me. You'll see! Just give it some more time. He just needs more time!" I screamed.

Skip walked to me. "Jemma he isn't coming back. This isn't living, he's not here anymore. We're doing what's best for him. He died that night, his body just hasn't caught up with his brain yet."

I slapped him with all my might. Then turned and laid next to Michael. 

The tears came as they always did. 

I grabbed his hand and kissed him gently on the lips. "I'm so sorry Michael. I love you and I'll see you soon." I whispered into his ear.

The heart monitor beeped the final time before he flat lined and I felt everything in me die.

 I walked out in a haze of anguish so thick I'm surprised I could even move.

I waited in the hall as everyone said their goodbyes and walked out. 

I couldn't even look at them. 

They just murdered the man I love. 

They took away any chance of him coming back to me and for that I hated them all.

I walked back in and pulled the scalpel I'd snagged from the tray earlier. I laid down next to him and took a long look at the sharp blade. 

"I'm on my way, my love. See you soon" I whispered 

In a matter of seconds I had both wrists slit vertically from wrist to elbow so I'll bleed out faster. Before anyone could come in and stop me.

It amazed me how quick and easy it was, like slicing through butter.

I felt my world blacking out. 

Then my angel's voice was calling me. "Jemma, Jemma"

I died and by some miracle ended up in heaven with my love.

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Michael's Pov:

Ouch...... Obviously I'm not dead because this hurts and I remember reading somewhere that if you're dead your body cant process pain. 

So I am most definitely alive. 

 Something keeps bumping my ribs and making the pain worse.

I cracked my eyes open and squinted against the dim early morning light coming through the blinds. 

After my eyes adjusted I looked down my body and assessed the damage.

 Okay so I've got some broken ribs and by the looks of it a broken leg and arm. Well damn that sucks.

I thought back to what I remembered last.

Jemma. 

Crap I gotta get to Jems. 

 I looked around frantically and began sitting up. Ouch.

I looked at what was hitting my ribs and relief flooded through me. 

Of course it was my Jemma that was hitting me. Even in her sleep she's feisty and moves non-stop.

I ran my hand over her hair and called her name.

She looked so sad and worried. She's been crying in her sleep. 

The thought that I hadn't been here when she really needed me tore at my heart.

"Jemma, Wake up Love." I shook her gently and her eyes flew open as the most sorrowful wail I've ever heard escaped her lips.

"Shh it's okay Love. I'm here, I've got you Sweetheart. Shhh everything's alright my love."

"Michael, I had the worst dream ever." She cried hard, then all of a sudden she jumped out of bed screaming. "He's awake!! Nurse!! He's awake!"

She ran back to me and pressed the call button repeatedly. Oh hell, I've been through this before, shit I must have slipped into a coma again.

Damn. No wonder she was so worked up over hearing me talk. Last time Skip acted just like that.

"How long was I out for?" My voice was hoarse and throat felt scratchy.

She jumped up in bed and gently threw her arms around me. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Please, know I never meant for anything to happen." She cried against my neck.

I cupped her cheeks and kissed her for all I was worth. "Hush, Sweetheart. I'm just glad you're alright. Stop worrying about me, Love. I'm fine, just a few bumps and bruises. Besides I was thinking about getting a different car. This just gives me an excuse."

She rained kisses all over my face until a throat cleared. The doctor stood there with Skip smiling from ear to ear and Tina burst into tears.

"Hey guys, what'd I miss?" I drawled lazily, wrapping my unbroken arm around Jemma and pulling her securely to my side.

Skip chuckled "Nothing much bro, I saved your ass again. So... same old same." He mock punched my arm and Jems sent him a death glare.

He backed up with his hands up in surrender.

"Dude you have one fierce wife right there. She's hovered over you worse then even I did and bitched at a few nurses. Even went bat shit crazy and yanked out her own IV. She ran through the hospital butt ass naked gushing blood everywhere screaming, Imma kick his ass if he thinks he can ditch me by pretending to be in a coma!" He shook his head and sent a sly smirk to Jems.

"For a while I thought about having her committed, ya know put in one of those really soft padded rooms where she'd get to wear the special jackets so she could hug herself. Especially since the messed up face you're sporting actually came from muffin butt and not the wreck. Not to worry though, I set her straight and kept her in line for ya my man. No thanks needed just doing my brotherly duty"

Jems flipped him off and stuck her tongue out at him. "Zip it Skip or you're the one that'll be sporting a messed up face..... Well more messed up then it already is." She teased back no longer looking woefully distraught.

He kissed her cheek and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, gave me a quick kiss and walked out with Tina.

"Okay enough goofing around. First off, how much do you remember?" His earlier lighthearted tone was gone.

"I remember everything. Waking up finding Jems gone, the call saying she lost the baby and going to the hospital, the wreck. I don't know how I got here or how long I was out." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'll fill you in on the rest. The driver that hit you was drunk. I picked up the call from you but you'd already hung up. I got the voicemail and we reported the wreck but I checked your pulse and you didn't have time to wait for the ambulance so I pulled you out, did CPR."

He took a deep breath and I know it was fixing to get messy.

"What did you do?" I asked

"Full disclosure?" He asked and I nodded. I didn't want anything held back.

"You were dead Mike. Like dead-dead. Fucking legit dead. I worked on you for a solid 4 or 5 minutes but couldn't feel any pulse. Nothing. Even the paramedics thought you were dead. They shocked you three times but your pulse was so weak and thready that the machine barely registered it. I thought we'd lost you." He dropped his head and I grabbed his hand.

"I'm not gonna lie, I punched you a few times. A rib or two might have been broken by me. Or at least made worse by me" He smiled a little and I pinched him.

"I beat the crap out of the drunk that hit you. Tried killing him, sorta" He said with a little smirk.

I groaned half in annoyance and half in pain. "Skip what the hell?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I freaked. I thought you were dead and all that jerk off had was a couple of scratches. I kept thinking about how I was supposed to tell Jems that she lost you and the baby all in one night. How I couldn't help you this time. How I'd lost my best friend and little brother not to the war or some tragic catastrophe but because some douche bag got sloshed and decided to drive. I just couldn't think straight with you laying on the pavement bleeding out. But I had a feeling beating that bastard to death would help me feel better."

I sighed and had to clear my throat at the mention of our baby. And though he made light of it at the end, I knew how much this must have scared him.

"Don't worry Skip, We'll get you a good lawyer. Thanks for saving my ass once again, I owe ya bro. How's... How's Jemma handling everything?"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't need to thank me, I'd miss your bitchy ass if you kicked the bucket and I don't need a lawyer. Called in a favor and no charges are being filed against me. But a Detective Donald had already gotten the charges reduced to misdemeanor assault. So it wouldn't have been that bad if I'd had to stand trial. More importantly, Jemma's been a wreck man. She blames herself for losing the baby and almost losing you. She's been petrified that you'll blame and hate her. Crazy dumb ass, I've yelled at her to 'get that stupid train of thought out of her head' I don't know how many times!"

I started trying to stand up to go talk some sense into my silly wife. I don't blame her and I could never hate her. Of course I'm sad about our baby but I couldn't have survived if I'd lost her. Skip thumped my forehead.

"Dude, relax. I've calmed her down, but you should talk to her AFTER I finish telling you everything. I got out of jail about an hour after I got there. Officer Donald brought me here and you were in surgery but they were low on blood so they used mine for the transfusion. So basically, I've been inside you..." He grinned when I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You are so fucking disturbed." I sighed, leaning back against the pillows as my energy began to wane. 

 "Seriously though, Jems was torn up about the baby but once we told her about you, she really did yank her IV out and was about ready to kill the nurse that wanted her to get back in bed. We worked it out and she was moved to your room for the 2 days she was under hospital care. You've been out for 9 days. She hasn't left this room except to shower in the connecting bathroom. Tina and I bring her food and tried to get her to come for Christmas but you know how stubborn she is."

"Can you go get the doctor and see how much longer I have to stay? School starts in less then a week and I wanna get Jems home. She hates hospitals."

He walked out and Jems walked in. She sat on the bed and I pulled her into my arms. "I love you, Sweetheart. I'm so sorry about not being there for you when you lost the baby. I'd give anything to have been able to support you through that."

She sniffled and buried her head into my neck. I rubbed her back. "I want you to know that none of this was your fault. Accidents happen, Love."

The doctor came in cutting short the conversation and checked me over. He wants to keep me for a few more days just to make sure everything is functioning properly. 

He left and Tina and Skip came in for a while. I know I've been out for over a week but just the last few hours have worn me out.

After they left Jems crawled back in bed with me. "I've been thinking about some things." She murmured against the skin of my neck where she rested her head.

I gave her a reassuring squeeze with my uninjured arm and waited for her to continue.

"I've decided that I'm only coming back to school until my exam results are back. Then I'm out. This whole situation made me realize that as fun as it may be to stay, I don't want to hide us anymore. I want to be able to kiss you and hold your hand. You're my husband whom I love very much, not some dirty little secret that should be hidden."

I smiled happy that she decided to leave early. 

I know it's selfish but I was a little bummed when she told me she'd changed her mind about leaving early. 

I didn't tell her though, because I didn't want to pressure her into missing out on all the high school hoopla.