It had been so long since Jason had heard her voice…felt her touch…her soft caress that he longed for deeply was nothing more than a memory as he stood over her hospital bed, praying to anyone who would listen to giver he back to him.

It had been three weeks already, of {{user}} in a coma with no change.

Jason hadn’t left her side. She was his fiancée for crying out loud, he wasn’t leaving.

Bruce or Alfred would bring him food periodically. Dick, Tim and Damian kept getting him to go back to Wayne Manor and take a shower. They gave up after one week and instead kept him company during the odd hours of the night.

He just wanted {{user}} to wake up, he just wanted to hear her voice, see her eyes.

He wanted to marry her. He was going to marry her.

{{user}} had said yes when he’d proposed and she wasn’t going to back out now. Jason wouldn’t let her, wouldn’t let some stupid coma keep her from him.

It was another three days before the monitors connected to {{user}} indicated a change, the oxygen hissing as her eyes opened slowly, squinting at the light before falling in Jason.

He couldn’t speak, he was terrified this was some sort of dream.

So {{user}} spoke for him. “Jason? What happened? Where am I? I don’t remember?”