Courtney's POV:

Ashley went to get a nurse, and Andy stayed with me. I nearly whimpered from the pain in my heart that everything I had dreamed, was fictional. A figment of my melancholic imagination. I believe that my mind conjured that scenario just to torture me, to cause me even more pain than the human brain can tolerate. Sometimes I wonder even how I'm still breathing, with all of this deathly suffocating things swarming my brain, how can one girl survive this much pain? And honestly, I wished I was still in a coma, because that way, I was happy. That way, I got to live out my fairy tale ending, even if it wasn't real.

Andy smiled softly at me and tucked a strand of hair behind me ear, but I turned away from him, the aching feeling in my chest magnifying when he touched me. He frowned but didn't comment, and sat beside me on the hospital bed, Despite the fact that the closeness made my skin burn deliciously, I leaned away from, intent on putting as much distance between us as possible.

Andy sighed and looked down at his hands in his lap, "Courtney, I'm so glad you're okay."

I nod, refusing to look at the man who owns my heart, and is defiantly crushing it under his combat boots.

"Why wont' you look at me?" He blurts out, "I mean, before everything happened, we were getting along great. I thought, I thought..." He trails off, leaving my mind to come up with an ending to his sentence.

"You said my name while you were under. You talked, and that doctors said that you could hear us. The guys and me all took turns by your side, just talking," he explains and my heart clenches.
"I sang to you also. And you said, well, you said you loved me," he confesses, looking at me, his eyes burning holes in the back of my skull. "Do you?" He whispers, and I finally turn my head to meet his gaze.

When our eyes lock, I nearly collapse due to the amount of passion and love there is. But he can't loge me, I know he can't. It's probably just a faze, maybe even lust, nothing real. Nobody could love a girl as broken as I am, that's why people keep leaving me.

I don't answer him, simply turning my head away and staring mindlessly out the window, not really seeing anything. Andy sighs, and kisses my head before I can react.

When he leaves, I break down, crying not only for the pain in my heart, but the pain in my mind. I cry for the Andy that will never love me, and I cry for the version of me that deserves to be happy. And most of all, I cry just so I can feel an emotion before I go forever numb.

Notes

Intense chapter :/

Poor Courtney, I know how that feels. But ti hurts even more because she thought that she had it, but then she didn't...

I juts want you all to know three things:

1. I never actually planned for the whole Courtney coma thing. I honestly just figured that it would fit the basis of the story better, and I cam up with it really suddenly at like, 2 in the morning.
2. Andy and Courtney will be getting together, and remember, this is taking place in October, so BVB will be going on the Black Mass tour, and Court can't be left home alone, so she'll be going with them
3. I want you all to know, that I never want any of you to go through what any of my characters go through, what I go through, or just anything bad. I love you guys so much, and it hurts to hear that you guys are suffering. As you may know, all of my characters have a bad past, or something traumatic happens to them. So if you ever need to talk, I AM HERE

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