Invisible

*Jack's POV*

-3 months, 10 days and 15 hours after Emma went into coma-

I walking around the hospital room. I haven't been able to talk to Emma yet. It's just too painful. She is so lifeless. If it could really help though, I should do it.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I had decided. I was going to do it. I needed to. No matter how hat it was for me, if it could help Emma, I'll do it.

At that moment, the nurse walked in.

"Mr. Barakat? Are you willing to try today?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. The nurse looked surprised

"Oh. Okay. I'll go let the doctors know, and they'll tell you when you can start. It would probably work best if you make contact with her in some way. I'll be right back, Mr. Barakat."

I just nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat. I don't know why this was so hard for me. I just had to talk to her, right? Easy.

The doctors walked in to let me know they were ready. They double checked her brain monitors then left to watch how her brain may react. I looked up at the last doctor that left and he gave me a thumbs up and whispered, "Good luck."

I went over to Emma's side. I couldn't bare to look at her. I couldn't touch her either. I was going to take baby steps. Just, talk. Talk, Jack. Before I knew it, I was sobbing.

"Oh, jeez, Emma, I am so sorry!" I sobbed out. I looked anywhere but her. I couldn't stand it.

"Emma, I'm so so sorry, please forgive me." I choked out. I was sorry for not being there earlier. I was sorry for not knowing earlier. I felt like this was my fault. It was my fault. If I had walked home with her, or gotten to her house earlier...

"I'm so sorry," said again. My heart was beating to fast, I was shaking. Doctors were rushing into the room as I sat there crying and shaking hysterically. I couldn't breathe, my vision was dimming. All I could think was Emma, Emma, Emma.

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I woke up in a state of panic. I sat up quickly and looked around frantically. I felt a hand on my shoulder and slapped it off, turning to face the owner of the hand.

It was the nurse.

I began calming down a bit. "What happened?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep.

"You had a panic attack, dear."

Oh, I thought to myself. Okay.

"Anyway, I have good news." I perked up in my bed. "When you spoke to Emma, her brain patterns changed. They reacted. Not saying she's gonna wake up, but if our theory about her alternate reality is correct, you have probably made an appearance in her head."

She smiled down at me, and for the first time in months, I smiled back.

Emma remembered me.

Notes

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