I woke with a start. Where was I? I took a look around. A hospital, but how did I get here? I looked around, I saw a window. I looked out over a colorful garden of greens and blues and reds and whites. This can’t be right. It was the middle of winter just yesterday.
I felt something warm against my hand stirring. I turned towards the motion. "Case? Case wake up." I said softly. "No, I won’t leave until she wakes up," he groaned. He looked up at me and froze. A look of shock stamped onto his face.
He looks different older, more hardened than I remember. His eyes looked as though he had been crying constantly. "S...Sylena? Is that really you?" His face held a look of disbelief and hope. "Yeah, it’s me." I looked out the window again. "What happened? The last thing i remember you were taking me to our senior prom." He looked away.
For a moment he was silent. Then, "We were going down that winding road, the one you always told me I went to fast down. I was trying to show off, but I screwed up," Tears were streaming down his cheeks. "I made too sharp of a turn, and we rolled. When the car stopped it was pinned against a tree on its side.
"I was on the ground, but I was conscious. I called for help. Then..." he was sobbing now. After a few moments he calmed down. "Then I looked over and saw you... You were bleeding. There were cuts everywhere on you. I couldn't hear you breathing. I got out and started for the road, but I couldn't leave you." He looked down. "I went back and tried to get you out, but the seatbelt was stuck. I had to use the knife you gave me for Christmas that year." He put the knife on the table. The blade was bent and nearly broken, but I could still tell it was the one I gave him because it still had 'Case and Sylena forever' carved into the side of the blade.
"It got messed up in the crash. I used it to cut the seatbelt. Then I carried you out of the car. I laid you on the ground. You weren't breathing. I did cpr on you for what seemed like hours. When you came too you were still unconscious. You were still bleeding, and you were getting pale. I used strips of my shirt to bandage the wounds I could see. I was trying to bandage the cut on your back when the paramedics arrived."
I took a moment to let it all sink in. I looked out of the window again. "Case, how long was I out?" He looked away from me. "Case?" I looked searchingly into his eyes. "Three years." I can't believe this. Three years? Prom was just yesterday.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I should have been more careful, and-" I kissed him. He was surprised at first, then he kissed me back. I pulled away.
"You did your best and because of that I'm still alive..." I looked him in the eyes, "and I still have you." Then we kissed.