Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy this bonus chapter of Jasper's POV as he anxiously waits for Sasha to wake up from her coma. Let me know what you guys think of this!

Jasper's POV

"Please, wake up. I've been sitting here for six days and it's starting to get uncomfortable." I chuckle to myself, though my smile falters shortly after.

"Why did I let you go? I never should have let you go. I know it's selfish... Ahren would have been crushed if you hadn't saved Frankie. But with you, all I want is to be selfish. I'd go crazy in here without you."

"I'm already starting to go crazy..."

"Ahren forced me out today... he said I needed to see the light of day. It's kinda funny that he cares so much. I remember a time when he and I couldn't stand each other. We were always at each other's throats." I laugh again. 

"What changed? After... Allie... and Cat... when Ahren punched me and I threw him on his ass." My lips curve into a smile. "I don't know... things were always... different after that."

"When Ahren took me out, we came across some men from the group who shot you... he says they've been showing more and more frequently. Seeing them, I just wanted to grab my gun and pull the trigger on them. I don't care if it's the person who shot you. I just want them to feel the pain."

"I want one of them to find themselves sitting beside one of their people, waiting, praying, hoping, that they come back."

"After Allie died... I stopped believing in God. But, with your life on the line... I've tried everything. If there's some sort of God out there, I pray that they bring you back."

"I just wanna see you smile again. I wanna watch your face light up when I crack a joke. I wanna see you, I want you to be okay."

My eyes start to water as the worst comes to mind. I chuckle a little. "I never imagined myself crying over a girl."

I smile as I hold her hand in mine. It still seems so unreal. Someone as strong as Sasha... possibly laying here falling into the light as I tell my sob story to someone who's not even listening.

 Then there's noise. She coughs.

She's alive.

She's not dead.

She's still here with me.

"Oh thank God you're awake!" I smile at her.

I keep myself from succumbing to the desperate force compelling me to hold her. 

It's surreal, watching the life flood back into her. She smiles and I feel better already.