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I sat there, staring, watching, waiting. All day I stayed by his side. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t look away. I didn’t know what had happened, and I feared he would never wake up to tell me. I toyed with the green cap he always wore, twisting it in my hands. His untidy blonde brown hair was pushed back by a large bandage that circled his head. His bangs fell over it, and blocked the blood stained cotton from view. His face was so pale and hurt. I could see in his expression the horrors that plagued his sleep. I waited for him to wake. I waited to talk to him and know what happened. All day I kept closing my eyes and opening them again, hoping everything was a dream, but no matter how many times I blinked the vision never went away.
The blood plagued me, I could feel it on my hands and my tears couldn’t wash it away.
I had to leave eventually. I’m not family after all. I had to go home. Tomorrow, Zelda planned on staying. My cousin popped in whenever she could get away from the ranch long enough. I have to resist this urge to stay with him. After all, he doesn’t even really know who I am. It’d be wrong to stay like this.
Just before I left last night, I remembered the package that Hatori had given me for Link. It was in my bag still, I’d never opened it. I walked back to his bedside and opened the package. Inside was a small slender picture frame. Inside was a picture taken no doubt, by Kana. It was of the night of the ball. Inside the shiny black frame was Link and Zelda, dancing slowly, each with loving smiles on their faces.
I set it on the table so that when he awoke he would see it, but it ripped my heart open to do so. In the background, I could see myself with the spaghetti stained dress, laughing about something with my cousin. The words Hatori had said, echoed through my head. "If he means that much to you, you should smile, you always had a wonderful smile." I couldn’t help but notice how awful I looked in the mirror now, with tears running down my face.
I grabbed a tissue and tried to dry the river from my eyes. It worked, sort of. At least my face wasn’t wet. I avoided looking at the picture again and touched my hand to his arm. "I’ll try to smile, if you try to wake up, okay?" I asked forcing my lips to curl up. "If you don’t, I won’t ever be able to smile again…"
Then I left, not knowing if I would ever have a bright day in my skies. I couldn’t cry, and I couldn’t smile. So I kept a grim face. No hope shown through it, but I kept it alive. I had to. I had to believe he would be okay. If I didn’t… I can’t live without Link.