Prompt: “can you
please make a fic where eleanor gets in a car accident and is in a coma and
jasper never leaves her side and confesses his love for her and doesn’t know
she’s awake when he says so?? Also quote continuing from 1x10: “I lost you
once…I can’t lose you again…” thank you omg;;”
He’d trusted one of his peers with
her life. Biggest. Mistake. Ever. Today was supposed to be his day off, it was
Sunday and the Royal family didn’t have any plans, so he took a well-needed day off. He didn’t think that something
like this would happen.
He was cooking himself lunch when
his cell phone rang. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong.
The words were on replay in his
mind as he ran to the hospital.
As he slowed to a brisk walk at the
entrance of the hospital, he reminded himself that he needed to calm down.
Jasper tried, he really did, but he couldn’t do it. He’d just been told that
the one person he cared about was involved in a car accident and was placed
into a coma. How the hell could he calm down?
So, with shaking hands, he jogged
up to the front desk and asked to see her. Of course, the woman looked at him
like he was absolutely crazy. He looked like a complete idiot asking to see the
“I’m her bodyguard.” He showed the
older lady his “badge”, so to speak, and she sighed, looking through piles and
piles of paperwork.
“Sixth floor, room thirteen,” she
pointed towards the elevators. He said a brief ‘thank you’ and jogged towards
the elevator. He waited for the doors to open for what seemed like hours.
Eventually, the doors opened to reveal Ted Pryce, one of his bosses and
“Is she okay? Breathing?” His voice
cracked, he didn’t want to think about her dying. It was too much.
Ted waved a hand, motioning for him to step into the elevator. “The accident
was bad, car totaled. Justin didn’t make it; he sacrificed himself for Eleanor.
He jumped into the backseat and blanketed her body to save her. When they found
her, she wasn’t breathing. There’s a machine breathing for her now. The doctors
put her in an induced coma to reduce the swelling in her brain,” the elevator
doors opened, “Go see her.”
information was almost too much to handle at once. She had died. Even if it was only for a couple of minutes, she still died. He wasn’t there to protect her and
shield her from the world. That was his job. The whole reason he was here was
to protect her; and he hadn’t done
that. He hadn’t been there to save her and it killed him.
the silver door knob and walked in. The beeping of her heart monitor was the
first thing he heard, along with the oxygen machine that was breathing for her.
Her dark hair surrounded her face, her eyes closed and makeup free. She had a
gash in her forehead that was wrapped in gauze, her leg propped up on a pillow
and her left wrist wrapped in bandages. The white covers reflecting off of her
pale skin, giving the allusion that she was glowing.
up a chair from the corner, placing it so that he was facing her right side.
Jasper intertwined their hands, feeling her cold, nimble fingers. He couldn’t
believe this was happening. His Eleanor, who wasn’t technically his, couldn’t breathe on her own.
she was completely silent and it freaked him the hell out. She was constantly
talking, constantly pushing his limits and saying things she wasn’t supposed
to. It was strange see her so silent.
her before; and he wasn’t about to lose her again.
couple of days, Eleanor had started to breathe on her own and the swelling in
her brain had gone down tremendously. It was time for her to wake up. But she
didn’t. The doctors didn’t understand why she wouldn’t wake up. They blamed it
on a simple case of exhaustion and that all they could do was wait.
waited. He waited for four days, six hours, and twenty-one minutes for her to
wake up. No matter who came in, not even the Queen, he never left her bedside.
Jasper never let her hand fall from his grasp.
four days, six hours, and twenty-one minutes of waiting, he started to lose
hope. The gash in her forehead had healed and she was breathing on her own, but
she still wasn’t Eleanor.
it was time to say his final words,
you once…I’m not sure I can lose you again,” he paused and felt tears spring to
his eyes. “but I’m going to have to if it means that you’re in a better place.
I love you, Eleanor. I want you to know that it’s okay to let go if you’re done
fighting.” He stood to leave, squeezing her hand one last time and starting
towards the hospital room door. His throat constricted as his hand made contact
with the cold metal doorknob. He fought back tears, knowing that this might
very well be the last time he would ever see her.
when he heard a murmur come from the woman behind him, a waking sound that he’d
heard so many times before.
She was waking up.
strides, he crossed the room and stood above her, watching for any alarming
signs, mentally checking for signs of anything fatal. Her eyes fluttered open
and her hand stretched for his. He could barely hide his excitement.
morning, Princess,” he smiled for the first time in days, a wide smile that
felt like it spread from ear-to-ear. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing
came out. He walked over to the pitcher of water sitting on the other side of
her hospital bed, pouring her half a glass of water. She sipped before gulping
it down, handing the glass back to him.
“I love you
too,” she whispered.