We were, together?

"I don't remember..." You gasp out, the words bringing pain to the inside of your head once again. It feels like every time you try to speak, the pain comes back, but it seems slightly less every time.

"You don't remember..." Bradford sighs. She sits heavily on the bed next to you, her brown eyes searching yours for any hint of recognition. "I know we had just started dating, but..." She swallows heavily. "I would have thought that you would have held onto that. I did. Every night I dreamed about this, and I hoped that one day I'd be sitting here with you, just like this. I mean, just like this... it looks like you haven't aged a day, and here I am, looking like hell. "

You see tears welling in her eyes, and her teeth nibble at her bottom lip.

"You look just like I remembered. But so much has happened. So many years. " She sighs deeply, "I loved you, you know. If they hadn't given up, I really believe you could have saved us."

She lowers her head, and seems ready to begin sobbing. But then suddenly, she raises her head and presses her lips to yours in a **** kiss. Her hand slides up along the hospital gown you're currently wearing to rest against your cheek.

"Do you...still want me?" She asks, pressing her body closer. "Am I still your badass bitch who talks too much?"