*Jack's POV*

-3 months, 10 days, 22 hours since Emma went into coma-

Ever since the nurse had told me how Emma's brain had reacted to my voice, I had been debating doing it again. It had only been a few hours since I woke up from my panic attack blackout.

I paced about, thinking. I didn't care so much about me passing out again as I did about hurting Emma. I mean, we didn't know how I was affecting her. It could be bad.

But maybe it was worth a shot.

I continued pacing, holding her last letter to me tightly in my hands. Perhaps I should just go for it. Maybe I should look at her this time. Could I? Could I maybe even touch her? How would that affect this 'alternate reality' state she might be in? What if it hurt her? What if it hurt me? What if it caused her to never wake up?

There were so many 'what if's. We were in completely uncharted territory here. Even what the doctors told me was mostly guesswork. It was a miracle they haven't unplugged her from life support yet.

They were bound to soon.

They were bound to take Emma away from me.

Forever.

"NURSE!" I screamed. I have made my decision. I stuffed the note back in my pocket as the nurse came rushing in.

"What? What is it, Mr. Barakat?" She asked me frantically.

I took a deep breath before answering. "I-I-I think I'm r-ready to try ag-again." Damn my stutter. Again, the nurse looked taken aback, but didn't argue.

"Alright, Mr. Barakat. If your, if your sure, I'll go get the, the doctors." And with that she shuffled off. Moments later the doctors came in and gave me the okay.

I took another deep breath.

"Hey Emma." I said to her shakily. I took a moment and took many more deep breathes. I swallowed the lump in my throat and started again.

"I know you'll be okay, Emma.I know you will. I need you. We need you." I took another deep breath. I was shaking.

"I need you, Emma." Then I broke. I let out a loud sob. I saw that the nurse was at the door. She motioned to me asking if I needed a minute. I shook my head no. I needed to do this. I needed to suck it up. I needed to bring Emma back.

I needed Emma.

I need Emma.

"I need you," I whispered to her unresponsive body. I was losing it, I knew. I couldn't last much longer. I just wanted Emma back. I was shaking and the all-too-familiar blackness was returning. But I needed Emma.

"I need you..." I said once more before the black engulfed me.

Notes

A little more fluff but hey, in case you haven't noticed, what Jack says to Emma's seemingly unresponsive body in our reality incorporates into her alternate reality ( like this one is back in Chapter Four) yeah? Yeah? Okay well I thought it was good

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