"No! Vulbogiô! Somebody! Call an ambulance!" a voice said through his muffled thoughts. A loud wail was heard, along with Sam's voice.

His entire body felt weak and everything was muffled as if someone had stuffed cotton balls in his ears.

"Sam..." he moaned.

"Vulbogiô please stay awake!" he heard her say. Pain slicing up and down his side. He felt the darkness approach him and he welcomed it.

***

Sam sat on the chair beside the hospital bed. Vulbogiô laid beneath the hospital sheets with tubes and wires attached to his body, bruises spotting his skin.

Tears sprung into her eyes as she slipped her fingers into his cold ones expecting him to open his violet orbs and smile with tenderness. Instead he laid unconscious with a gash on his side. The doctors said he lost so much blood they weren't sure if he would pull through, and according to the doctors his blood type was O. The tiny hospital's blood bank didn't have it, so while Vulbogiô laid dying, calls were made to find the blood.

Chris apparently had a pocket knife in his jacket and had used it during the fight, severing an artery. Chris had been taken to jail under many charges.

"Miss?" a familiar looking boy said as he came into the room. His oversized glasses still covering his young face, "It's Charles Miles, from the roses?"

Sam smiled sadly, "Hey Charles, what brings you here?"

Charles shifted nervously, "Well the whole town is talking about him," he said tilting his head towards Vulbogiô, "For some reason everyone is worried about him. They've all been going to church to pray."

Sam's eyes widened, she didn't know the people of the tiny town had cared so much for Vulbogiô.

"He is really a kind man, he helped a few elderly with their groceries when you went to work," Charles said, "And he told stories to the children at the park. He even helped a couple of teens out of trouble. You see Miss, everyone cares for him."

Two wet trails slipped down her cheeks as she glanced at Vulbogiô's pale face, "I do hope he wakes up soon."

***
Two weeks later

Sam shivered in her coat as she stepped out from her lonely apartment and into the cold October air. Everyday since the accident she had gone to the hospital waiting for Vulbogiô to wake up but he remained silent and unconscious as ever. She had asked the doctors what was going on but even they were clueless.

She quickly turned on the engine of her car and went down the familiar road towards the hospital. She took a quick glance at her review mirror, a stranger staring back at her. Dark circles prominent against her pale skin, her skin taught across her cheek bones, dark hair combed back into a high pony tail. She parked into the parking lot and slipped out of her car and entered the warm hospital building, the smell of anaesthetic clinging to the wall. Taking the familiar stairs to Vulbogiô's room.

"Good morning Miss Riley!" the nurse said cheerfully.

"Morning," Sam mumbled, shuffling towards Vulbogiô's room. She hoped to see Vulbogiô wide awake and speaking in his gentle and loving manner. Instead he remained in a coma, hooked up to machines. Sam slipped her fingers into his cold ones, "Hey Vulbogiô," she murmured to him, resting her head on his chest, "I miss you. I miss your cooking, your silly dances, your kisses, your hugs," she whispered, "Please wake up Bogo," she pleaded, tears slipping down her cheeks. Her heart twisted and clenched in pain, suddenly it became difficult for her to breathe. She held back her sobs but the effort was in vain. She had resigned herself to an empty life until her Vulbogiô would wake up. Never would she marry nor have another boyfriend. If he spent a lifetime in that bed she would wait until the end of her days. She checked her watch, realizing it was time for another half dead day at work. Sam rose from his bedside, checking herself in the mirror, wiping away the dry tears. However just as she was about to leave the room, a soft noise made her freeze in her tracks.

"Sam?" a scratchy voice spoke from the hospital bed.