You were hurt.Badly. This happened often,since you were a reckless bitch,but never so bad that you had slipped into a coma. You had been in it for a few months,and he didn't think youd ever wake up.He had stopped visiting you--it hurt too much. He couldn't live without you.So,he stepped to the edge of the balcony in the manor,ready to plummet. The last thing he expected to hear was your voice behind him. "T-T-Toby..?W-What are you doing?" You asked. Were you... awake?