Mkay so Ik it's a lil late but there were family things going on so sorry. But here you go. Love Jaden Hossler and this fit... kinda... not really... okay not at all. But here ya go anyways :)

Medical Room
CIA DC HQ
8:30 PM
Friday
August 2nd

Erica's POV:
It's been like 3 weeks since it happened.

Since Ben went after Joshua.

Since Ben was severly injured.

Since Ben kept pushing through the pain to make sure we were safe.

Since he had major surgeries for all his wounds.

Since he-

went into a coma. (Hehe you thought I was gonna say died? Nope. Or maybe just... not yet? Guess you'll have to keep reading to find out. *Shruggo*)

He wasn't dead, but it kinda seemed like he was. He was silent and motionless besides for his chest rising and falling as he breathed. With the help of a machine. It was terrifying to know that I could lose him at any second.

I'd been there everyday. Every. Day.

I'd get food and bring it back.

I'd even slept there for the whole time.

I kept hope and kept believing he'd be okay. But I was really worried. He gave the rest of his life to me. To spend it with me. To grow old together and maybe even have a family. To protect me.

But none of that can happen if he dies.

He can't die.

He can't.

I'll never get over him.

He gave me his word that he'd be there.

But now he can't.

For now at least.

But what if he dies?

He'd die from trying to help me and my grandpa.

I'd never forgive myself.

And Cyrus may hide his emotions like I used to.

But he still has them.

And he'll be devastated, even though he won't show it.

We only hid/hide our emotions because we've been hurt before. And we don't want to be ever again. But even though we hide them we still feel them.

I looked up from the chair by his bed.

"Ben. I need you to come back. I need you to hang in there. To be strong. I need you. Please."

Tears started to roll down my face as I wept. I took his hand in mine. I squeezed it. And you can imagine my surprise when it squeezed back. I jumped.

"Ben?" I asked. "No. It's just your mind playing evil tricks on you."

I watched him closely. 

I saw his eyes slowly open. 

Ever so slowly.

He looked at me.

"Erica." He mumbled.

"Ben!" I exclaimed. "I thought I lost you."

"How... could I... leave... someone... as amazing... as you?"

Tears covered my face. I checked my watch.

8:37 pm.

Almost exactly 3 weeks. 

3 weeks that I spent at the hospital waiting for this moment.

It was better than I'd imagined.

I pushed the button to call them in and his doctor walked in as he started to be able to move his head. I was already on my feet. I bent down and hugged him. I felt his arms slowly move to hug me. I kissed him and rested my head on his.

*Timeskip*

It had been 3 days. He was able to sit up and talk though he got a little confused at times.

His family and our friends had come to see him. My family had too. Everyone was thrilled to see him. There was no one but me and him at the moment. 

"Next time you're going to pull something like that tell me so I can help. And tell me when you're hurt. You had 4 bullet wounds, 3 broken ribs, and a broken leg. But you kept going."

"I'd do anything for you."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I- you know what I'm just not gonna argue. You've been through too much to argue about this right now. And also I love you the most. So I win anyways."

He chuckled.

"Did you really mean what you said?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"Every day for 3 weeks. You stayed here and talked to me. I thought I was awake but couldn't respond. Couldn't move."

"I did. Because I love you."

"Love you more. But this time. I heard you say 'Ben. I need you to come back. I need you to hang in there. To be strong. I need you. Please.' And I was able to move a little. And here we are."

"You heard that?"

"It pushed me to force myself to wake up." 

"How- isn't that like impossible or something?"

"I dunno. But I heard I need you and was slowly able to move and talk."

"Wow."

"I know." He laughed.

"I was so scared that you wouldn't wake up."

"It was honestly kinda scary. Like I was kinda sorta aware of my surroundings. And I could hear things happening around me. But I was unable to move or respond. It was really weird."

"Woah. Well I'm just glad you're back."

"Me too."

Okay, so y'all can chill. He's not gonna die. I literally despise stories where the main characters die. Did you really think I would do that to you? Well I'm not so ty to everyone who trusted me and gn.