***Brendon's POV***
**Rewind about three minutes**
I walked up to the nurses' desk.
"Excuse me, can I see Katie Wentz?"
"You have to be related or married to her to see her. I'm sorry son."
A short, chubby woman, maybe in her late fifties, said to me.
"I know, I'm her husband."
She shot her head up at me.
"Oh I'm sorry. Come right this way."
She led me down the hall, past the waitng room.
I looked in as we past ans saw Pete stand up and say something.
I didn't have time to read his lips.
In the room, Katie was lying lifelessly again.
She was breathing on her own.
Which was a good sign.
The nurse left the room shortly after entering it.
I went over to the bed and took Katie's hand in mine.
I rubbed the back of it with my thumb.
I placed my free hand on her face.
And it seemed like her face molded and shifted into mine.
Did she just move?
I think she did!
I pulled up a chair from behind me.
But I kept my hand on her face.
I placed my other hand on Katie's face as well.
It was warm.
It was like she was still alive.
Not that she had accually died in the matter but still.
But I just wanted one last kiss.
One last intake.
One last time.
Well doesn't every romantic comedy have a one last?
And isn't in these said movies that during this one last of whatever, everything that was gone is now there?
Or what was wrong was now right?
Could this be?
Could my life be this?
That?
I wanted to find out.
I pressed my lips to hers.
I kissed her.
I accually kissed her lifeless body.
If this doesn't come out like I want it to, I'll look like a creep.
After only a few seconds, I pulled away.
I looked at her.
What the?
No happy smile!?
No "Oh I love you!" scene?
No pretty girl waking up to see me?
Hollywood really sucks.
I know it's all fake but still?
GIrls want to have it all happen to them.
Alot of them ge tit too.
Why can't a guy have a little bit of hope like that?
I sat back waiting for something to happen.
But nothing did.
Nothing.
I sighed heavily and started making my way out of the room.
As I reached fo rthe door knob, I heard a slight moan.
I looked back at Katie.
She was trying to sit up.
"Oh damn, Katie don't try to move."
I ran over to her and tried to help her back down.
"No I got to go."
She mumbled as I layed hre back down.
"Honey, it's gonna be alright. Just stay down."
Her eyes, her beautiful eyes, opened.
She just looked at me.
"Who are you?"
What she doesn't remember me?
Maybe it's from what Pete did.
Yeah of course it's that!
"I'm Brendon. Your boyfriend."
She looked at me blankly.
She shook her head.
Come on now!
"I don't remember you. Your not my boyfriend."
