It was darkness. And there was pain.

I couldn't even move, but I think I growled. My throat felt so parched that I had a hard time making a sound. Every extremity of my body felt weak, useless. But I think someone heard me whimper from the pain.

"Hey! You're awake!"

I knew that voice. It was him. My boss.

My beloved.

I opened my eyes. It was dark, with only a little light by a door in the room. And he was leaning before me.

"How are you?" He seemed to whisper, "You were in a coma for a week, we were so worried. Your parents and sister were here watching over you, but I made them eat dinner first. They were really reluctant to leave you though, but I told them I can take care of you."

A week? In my dream, it seemed like it were years.

I tried to speak, but there was a tube stuck down my throat, and I grasped at his hand. I pointed at the contraption on my throat.

He smiled apologetically, "Sorry, but the doctors said it can't be removed it, at least not until you've fully recovered."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, and he laughed. I noticed that he had been doing some of his work while he was watching over me. I pointed at his pen and paper. He took it and laid it beside me. It was hard with the pain and the needle on my right hand, but I was able to scrawl out WORK?

"No, you're not fired yet." He said, "I felt positive you were going to wake up in weeks. The doctors thought it too. You were injured pretty badly, but they said that your brain went into some sort of shock or something, but you'll wake up eventually. I had one of the Librarians from a local school take over your position while you're recovering."

PARENTS? FAMILY? I scrawled out again.

"Don't worry, they're just eating, like I said. They'll be so happy you're awake. The Police were able to catch the guy who ran you over. He's awaiting trial now. Your father made sure it was quick…"

YOU? I scrawled again.

He seemed silent for a moment, "I'm fine. I was just worried about you, that's why I visited…"

My eyebrows furrowed. IS THAT ALL?

He looked at me, shaking his head a little. "What do you mean?"

It was now or never.

I LOVE YOU.

He looked at me, his eyes widening in shock. I let go of the pen, and held on to his hand. And to my shock, he held it back and leaned his head to my ear. I felt something wet by my cheek, and it turned out to be his tears. He inhaled.

"I love you, too." He whispered fervently, and it made lose my breath a little. " I've always loved you. From the moment you walked into my office with that smile, and you introduced yourself to me, I have loved you.I was wrong to think another woman would make me not look at you, but I was wrong. I've been waiting for you to wake up. I was afraid you wouldn't. Please don't do that to me again. I love you so much that I couldn't dare lose you."

He looked up at me and kissed my forehead. And I felt tears form in my eyes and drop down. I was so happy. He wiped it away, and he bent down to kiss me by the corner of my lip. When he straightened again, he pushed for the call button.

He grinned, "Let's get rid of this thing in your mouth so I can kiss you properly."

I chuckled a little, and sighed contently on my bed as he sat down beside me, holding my hand.

I didn't need my dreams anymore.

This… is my reality now.