I remember. I remember everything. Was it all for nothing? How could you have done this to me? Please remember. When you wake, I hope you remember every detail as I do. I hope you remember our first time meeting, and all that came after. I hope you remember everything we were, all the promises made. Please remember. 

As I sit in the crowded room, that smells of cleaning products, I stare at the person I love. In this room, irony stings like a bee, the flowers dying in the window, the constant beep of the cardiac monitor. I sit here, as I have for six months now, waiting, waiting for him to wake. How could this have happened? How could a simple date turn into six months on life support?

"Excuse me, sir," shy voice echos through my dull brain. I turn to see Fiona, the same nurse who has been in every week with new daisy's to replace the dying ones in the window. 

"Oh, hi Fiona. Here with some more daisy's?" I ask, stepping out of the way so she can move past me. I watch as her small hands remove the wilted flowers from the vase and place new healthy flowers into it. 

"I actually came to check on you, Ethan," Fiona says with a smile. She is an attractive woman, small features, short, slim, V-shaped face, and large green eyes. She gives a warm toothy smile before looking at the limp body in the hospital bed in the middle of the room.

"I don't think he will ever wake, I hate to sa-"

"SHUT UP!" I stagger backward, pushing my hands through my hair. Of course, I have thought about this and all that comes with him never waking, but I can't bear to think of it. Not today. Not on the day that would have been our three year anniversary. 

"I-I'm so sorry, Ethan. I just don't want to see you hurt like this anymore. I-I'll leave you be but know if you need anything, I am always one call away." Fiona offers a soft smile as she exits the room. 

As I am left to my thoughts, thunder booms outside, and the wind begins to howl.