Stretching your arms over your heard, you moaned as the pain ricocheted through your body. It wasn't as it had been the past couple of days, but you could tell your pain medication had worn off.

But that didn't matter, because no matter the pain you were in, you still had a huge smile on your face. Last night, even though you had been scared and unsure, Jensen had still been there for you, helping you and giving you the love and support you needed. You couldn't wait until you were back on your feet to make it up to him.

Reaching your arm over, you intended to wrap yourself around your husband, but all you felt was the cool smoothness of the sheets. Rolling over, you held back a moan as the slight movement was agony to your ribs. Jensen was no longer in bed, and when you glanced around, you found he was no longer in the room at all.

Your smile turning to a frown, you turned to your side, disappointed that you had woken up alone. It was then you noticed a yellow rose, one from your flower bed, and a note laying on your nightstand. Picking the rose up, you breathed in the sweet scent before turning your attention to the note. Jensen's handwriting covered most of the paper, big and hurried.

"I'm so sorry to leave you like this, but they just called me in to set. Something about a scene needing refilmed. I'm not sure how long I will be gone, but I have someone coming over to check on you in a little bit. Don't worry about dinner, I'll pick something up from our favorite Italian restaurant on my way home. Love, Jensen."

Well that explained why you were alone. You understood that his job was demanding, but you had hoped you would have had one more day with him by your side.

As you lay there, your mood a little sad, your heard the front door open and shut. Things were silent for a moment, then you heard footsteps moving up the stairs.

"Jensen?" You called out, wondering if was done early. You knew it probably wasn't the case, and you could feel your hands grow clammy, scared that someone had broken into your house.

Looking frantically around you, you grabbed the remote, wincing at your lack of weapons. You were ready to slide out of bed and cower underneath it, when you heard a familiar voice from outside your door.

"Y/N, are you awake?" Gen's sweet voice rang out before she slowly pushed the door open. Dropping the remote, you gave her a smile moving to sit up in bed.

"Gen!" You exclaimed, excited and relieved to see your friend.

She came bustling in, wearing a pair of faded Jean shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was in a loose braid, and she looked ready to hit the beach. "Hey Y/N, Jensen called, asked if I could keep you company. Little did he know I was already on my way over."

You giggled at her, your sadness fading away easily. "I'm so glad to see you." You told her.

"Well, I already have our day planned. A day of girl talk, good food and sun. It's a gorgeous day out there, we need to enjoy it!" She said, making herself at home. "Now, where are your shorts? You need to get some sun!"

You pointed her in the right direction and soon she had an outfit similiar to hers laid out in the bathroom. "Come on, let's get you changed." She said, helping you out of bed and into the bathroom. Once she left, you struggled into your clothes before staring at yourself in the mirror. Your face looked like a watercolor, a hideous mix of blues, greens and Yellowstone covering your temple and around your eye. Your arm was covered in the white cast, the skin above it full of healing cuts and bruises. While you cringed at your appearance, you knew it was much better than days previous.

Stumbling out into your room, you let Gen wrap a supportive arm around your shoulders before the two of you made your way down the stairs.

It was as hard the second time as the first, but at least this time you had help. Gen helped you out the back door, settling you onto your favorite chase lounge before returning back to the house. Moments later she came back, her hands full of glasses of iced tea, and a tray full of fruit.

"So, how has everything been going?" She asked you, settling down beside you.

"Great, I think. Yesterday I remembered more, and Jensen and I spent a quiet day together."

"That's good, isn't it?" She asked, and you nodded.

"It was great. He was so sweet. Even after I told him I remembered the BBQ, he didn't get mad, or frustrated. He was there for me."

Gen already knew about the BBQ, and her eyes grew big when you told her you remembered it. "Well, that's a step in the right direction."

"True. It's just. I also remembered how drawn I was to Misha, and I think Jensen could sense that. But it's frustrating because I want to be with Jensen, 100 percent. But he wants to wait until I have all my memories." You told her, even though you had a huge secret you couldn't wait to tell someone. You weren't sure if you should tell her first, or wait for Jensen. It was something huge, and you werent sure you could wait much longer.

"I think he's right. You can't really make a decision until you remember everything, all of your feelings. Even though I know who you will probably pick, but we need you to decide on your own. Or it won't feel right." She explained, and you knew you didn't want to hold back any longer.

Even though your body was still battered and bruised, you felt yourself bouncing up and down in your seat, excited to share your news. "I have something I need to tell you." You admitted.

She looked at you, her eyebrow raised. "What?"

"This morning when I woke up, I was very disappointed when Jensen wasn't there. Not just because I wanted to see him. But because when I woke up this morning, I remembered everything."