*Liam's POV*
It kills me to see her like this. Laying there, so lifeless. Her cold hand hasn't left mine since we got here. I so desperately want her beautiful eyes, and angelic smile again. I wish we could switch places and I would be the one lying in that hospital bed. I will never understand why something so horrific happened to the most amazing girl, but maybe it was some sort of messed up fate. You know what they say, everything happens for a reason. The one thing that I have gained from this whole experience is to never take anything for granted Knowing how close I came to losing her makes me never want to leave her side again, ever. I just want to spend the rest of my life caring, nurturing, and spoiling her. She is my angel, and I know she is going to be okay. She has to be. I have to leave and fly to Switzerland tomorrow for our concert. If she wakes up while I am not here I will never forgive myself. She's been in a coma for over 24 hours now, and the doctor seems optimistic that she will wake up soon. Let's hope. Even though she can't hear me I keep telling her that I love her. Is that strange? I don't think so. It's getting late, and I have a long flight in the morning. I refuse to stray away from Ella, so I'm going to try and get some shut eye in this stiff hospital chair. My breathing eases and I drift off into a deep sleep. Even when I'm sleeping she is on my mind, always. When I'm not with her I'm thinking about her, when I'm not thinking about her I'm dreaming about her. I can hear her soft sweet voice replaying in my head. "Liam" she says, the name so gracefully escaping her mouth. I feel a tug at my sleeve, and it takes me about 20 seconds to realize that I am not dreaming.