Christmas and News Years passed with out as much of a whisper of danger. Neither petty crimes nor murder filled the news.
For most, it was a time of happiness and joy.
For most.
The Hospital.
For the last few weeks, the young man named Samuel Dawson has laid in a coma, dead to the world around him. His appearance was just as mysterious as his disappearance; having vanished into thin air months ago and randomly appearing comatose on the 14th floor of the Apartment Complex just a few short weeks ago.
Anna, his nurse, sits by his bed side.
“Sam,” her voice spoke his name with the sincerity of a best friend, “Don’t think that I forgot to get you a Christmas present. I’m sorry that it is late, but I have been busy to say the least.”
Anna kissed Sam on the cheek and exited. A moment later, Michelle Campbell entered, with a mix of sadness and joy, pleasure and pain. Michelle looked over Sam, for the first time seeing the scars that laid on half his face and down his chest. She gently felt them, gliding her hand down his face and stopping over his heart. Sitting next to the bed, Michelle couldn’t stop herself and hugged Sam with all of her soul. Slowly, she pulled away.
“I’m not even going to ask why you left. I don’t care, I’m just glad you are back.” Holding back tears, Michelle tried to tell Sam the words she couldn’t last year, “I was waiting for you. Finally, you were back and I wanted to tell you so badly how I felt, but I couldn’t. I was afraid. Then when I finally got the guts to, you had moved on, you… Were hiding something from me, afraid? Of what I’d think?” Michelle brushed back her hair, her tears began flowing, “I love you. Now and always… Now wake up, please. Let’s make things right. My life isn’t complete without my best friend, without you.”
Michelle gently kissed Sam on the lips. His expression turned peaceful, a happiness almost never seen in the young man.
“Always remember that I love you.”
With those last words, Michelle got up begin walking out of the room. Stopping herself, she took one last long look at Sam. Michelle smiled and left.
A long moment passed. A monitor next to Sam began lowly beeping. The beeping began getting louder and louder, until-
-Sam’s eyes snapped open and he shot up into a sitting position, “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~”
He breathed heavily and attempted to straighten his thoughts.
He whispered to himself, “…I need the MBL…”
