[Wendy's P.O.V]

*4 weeks later*

Hell.

That's the only word I can use to describe how the past 3 weeks were.

Hell.

I didn't know when Tyler would wake up again.

If he would wake up again.

But he finally did.

After 3 long weeks of crying, begging, professing of love, skipping school, the works.

The works of your typical, supportive girlfriend.

Except I'm not actually his girlfriend, now am I?

It bothered me.

What Tammy-Lee had said bothered me a lot. What if it was actually the medication talking?

What if he had a little amnesia from the medication and the alcohol poisoning, causing him to remember loving me as the last thing?

Which meant that if he saw Tammy-Lee again, he would remember that she was his recent love.

All that bothered me.

If the roles were switched.

Would he be sitting here? Would his eyes be as red and puffy? Would he even care? Would he even bother? Would his marks deteriorate from the lack of school attendence?

These thoughts bothered me.

This was until he had squeezed my hand and slowly opened his eyes 1 week ago.

Everything felt like it was worth it.

He looked around the room, clearly confused, before his eyes landed on me.

He did the last thing I had expected him to do.

He cried.

Though I was shocked, I couldn't help the tears that were already brimming my eyes.

So the first few minutes after he had woken up from a three week coma was a tearful fiesta.

I don't know why he was crying but my tears were tears of joy.

Tears of relief.

Tears of love.

After our tear ducts had emptied up, as if on cue, Tyler's mother walked in.

She was holding a tray of food, until she walked in and saw her son awake.

She unawaringly dropped the tray to the side table and ran to his side.

Tyler's mother and I had gotten significantly close.

We cried together, shared memories together, shared our hopes, even prayed together.

I have learnt so much about Tyler.

How he had an irrational fear of girls in 1st grade simply because one girl had threatened to burn all of his toys.

Or how he had almost burned the house down in 4th grade, trying to surprise his mother with pancakes for Mothers Day.

Tyler's mother is honestly one of the best mothers anyone could ask for.

She had never left this hospital but always gave me space when I needed to talk to Tyler alone.

Without me saying anything, she would just leave to "go to the bathroom".

I always told her that she didn't have to leave. But she knew I felt bad that she was leaving the room on my accord so that's why she usually said she was going to the bathroom.

She appreciated me dearly for skipping school to be with her son though she didn't actually approve of me missing school.

My parents have been a nightmare to deal with. But that's a story for another day.

"What are you thinking of?" A soft, masculine voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You." I confidently replied.

"But I'm right here." He chuckled.

How I had missed his chuckles.

"Exactly." I smirked.

He gave me a confused but amused look for a second before going back to watching the football game that's on.

I never knew how much Tyler loved football until today. It's a miracle that he spared 3 seconds to speak to me during the game.

He's sitting, rather slouching, on the couch, focused intently on the game with a plate of nachos beside him.

One would never think that this was the guy who was in a three week coma, one week ago.

We're dating now.

Officially.

He's my boyfriend and I'm his girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

Sounds weird but that's the reality.

I'm his girlfriend now.

How, you ask?

To cut the story short, after he woke up and all that hype and excitement had passed, he explained to me the reason why he had asked Tammy-Lee to be his girlfriend which was because he wanted to hurt me the same way I had hurt him when I kissed David.

I was spitting fire with anger for a few minutes because I realised how we had both badly hurt each other over a stupid misunderstanding.

He begged me to forgive him while I paced around his hospital room like a mad woman, trying to pull my hair out.

He thought I was angry at him while I was actually angry at this whole situation.

I told him I wasn't angry at him but at us, and explained to him the whole story about what really happened between David and I which was that he kissed me, not the other way around.

It was such a heartbreaking moment when we realised that all of this pain could have been prevented had we just given each other a chance to explain.

To top things off, Tyler explained to me how and why he had gotten into a coma.

It was all because of me.

I started crying when he told me that, but he shushed me and had told me to not blame myself.

That's when we kissed.

That's when we confessed our love for each other.

That's when and how we became official.

"Be my girlfriend." Tyler said, not asked, as he kissed my hand for the 100th time.

Officially being in a relationship with Tyler, made this week the best one yet.

I never really realised how much I loved him.

If only my parents could see the love between us.

Tyler and I's relationship has been pretty casual.

Like right now, we're on a date.

Yup. This was Tyler's idea of a date.

"Us", more like him, watching football at his house.

I don't mind though.

Just being in his conscious presence is enough. Besides, the doctor did say he needs to take things easy so we can't exactly do anything wild.

Everything was perfect.

Everything was the way it should be.

Little did I know that this was only the calm before the beginning of a storm that would turn and change our lives forever.

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A/N: Heya!
Sorry for the late update.
Got writer's block and was busy with exams.
Anywoo there's a storm coming so stay tuned ;).

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