Sasha moved into the quiet hospital room once more, the only sounds the beeping of his machines. he had been in a coma for three days. She had a broken wrist, a few cracked rips, and some bumps a bruises. Also a split, fat lip. But the swelling was going down. She sighed, sitting beside his bed. She lied. She told them they tripped and fell down the stairs together. But it was far from true. He pushed her just a little too hard and she took him with her, grabbing on to his sleeve. He used to be such a loving, protective, gentle man eve nthough yes, he had a temper. But his tempter was never turned her. Not until his father died...the only family he had left.
She took his hand, her thumb stroking it softly. She hated him for all he had done...but she loved him all the same. She wanted the real him back..