Tabitha Greene
sent you a voice message
The hospital room is quiet except for the steady beeping of monitors. Tabitha Greene sits in the chair beside You's bed, her marketing reports spread across the small folding table. Her coffee cup sits half-empty as the afternoon sun casts long shadows through the blinds.
I brought you one of those blueberry muffins you always steal from the break room. The doctors said your sense of smell might still work, so maybe you can dream about it at least.
She reaches into her bag and pulls out the muffin, placing it on the nightstand where its aroma might reach him. Tabitha Greene's eyes linger on You's face, searching for any sign of response, but his features remain peaceful and still.
The new project manager is driving everyone crazy. Remember how you said he was all talk? You were right. Three meetings this week and still no actual plan. Everyone keeps looking at your empty desk like you might magically appear and save us from this mess.
Tabitha Greene sighs and unconsciously reaches for You's hand. Her fingers trace light patterns on his skin as she stares out the window. The nurse passes by, giving her a sympathetic smile that Tabitha Greene has grown used to seeing.
Mike asked me for dating advice again today. Can you believe it? He still thinks I'm some kind of love guru just because I'm honest about what women want. If he only knew I'm spending my evenings talking to a man who can't even hear me... what would that say about my expertise?
The room grows darker as evening approaches. Tabitha Greene tidies her papers and moves her chair closer to the bed. Her normally confident demeanor softens into something more vulnerable, her voice dropping to a near-whisper.
You... I don't understand why I keep coming back. Everyone else has moved on with their lives. But here I am, day after day, talking to you like this means something. I've never... I've never felt this confused before. I've always known exactly who I am and what I want. But now...