Ethen was reeling from the shock of the accident  just minutes ago. A lifetime of fear and agony was imprinted on his every feature. The fear of losing Jane.

Ethen was frightened, so frightened that the tissue paper he was holding had been torn into shreds and floated ignominiously onto the floor of the hospital.  As he waited outside the operation theater he recalled the tragic incident that just happened right before him. The helplessness he felt when Jane was in his arms covered with blood. 

He felt a glimmer of hope when the doctor said Jane is out of danger now.

By now Jane's parents were informed and they were already here . Now Ethen decided its better to leave before Jane gains her consciousness else she may become hyper upon seeing Ethen.
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' Though it was blurry but I recognized you....I saw that you saved me... I could feel you holding me tightly...you were feeling  my pain and got me here in the hospital ' , Jane mumbled.

Her eyes looking lost and sorrowful as she expected him to be here. Well, he disappeared again.

As soon as her parents arrived Jane was welcome with a shower of tensed voices.
'Jane dear how are you dear' , asked her mother with tears in her eyes.
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Her father said, ' My baby girl, you should be careful while you are on the road' .

' Papa sorry but do u know who got me here in the hospital ? ' Jane asked.

Well Jane was not happy to hear no from her parents. She was only looking for the person whom she saw in almost an unconscious state...she knew it was him.
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' SURPRISE!!' Exclaimed the crowd of her school friends.
They were all here to visit Jane with flowers and 'get well Soon' cards.

This overwhelmed jane with tonnes of happiness. She didn't expect this from her new school mates but this happened in reality.  And the person behind Jane's enormous big smile was Ethen.  He sent all the students to cheer up Jane. Jane noticed that even Ethen's gang were present except for Ethen.

Jane was very glad that they all visited her.
She fell asleep while feeling happy and thinking about her new caring friends.
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It was dark...the hospital was in deep sleep...and someone in a black hoody sneaked into Jane's cabin. It was none other than the fearless Ethen. He was desperate to see jane.

Ethen could sense the "realness" of his  thudding heart and speeding pulse upon seeing Jane sleeping so innocently and she was like glowing in the darkness just like the moon. He got close to Jane in silence being lost in her enchanting beauty like always. He Softly touched her spongy cheeks and moved the hair from her cheek and gently put it behind her ear. This made jane feel a bit ticklish and smiled in her sleep. Ethen couldn't stop himself and kissed on her forehead. 

Ethen just wanted to hug jane , wanted to say loudly ' I love you Jane ' but couldn't for he had no option other than hiding himself from the sight of Jane.

These few minutes were the most precious times for Ethen that he desires to cherish all his life. Ethen hold her hand gently trying not to disturb her sleep.

" Jane I know you hate me for my ferocious behavior, all the bad things you heard about me....
No one ever peeped into my world...no one wished to know my story...
I show that I  don't care because  I feel caring is the sign of weakness ..I act strong to stop letting people push me around. I learnt I cant be happy. It not my piece of cake. But when I met you that early morning, from then I saw a new me within myself. JANE I don't know if you will ever love me or not but i promise to be there for u always...I wil change only for you.
AND IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU  I WILL KEEP LOVING ",  Ethen whispered to Jane  with a heavy voice .

Jane woke up for she felt someone's presence beside her. However, the room was empty but there was a note on the table Beside her bed.

The note was blank.
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But Jane could read thousand words in it. Its like someone wants to say so many things yet remained silent. Like He has so many regrets but time has passed for rectification. As if the anonymous person cant give  his feelings the form of words.

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