Samantha felt her body shaking even before she realized that she was crying. Soft, choked sounds escaped her and her breathing came fast, and at the word hospital her hands balled into fists. She couldn’t even remember why she had been there - that was perhaps the stupidest part of it all. And now they were finally almost releasing her, and her wife wanted to send her right back.
“No,” she whimpered. “No, please. I don’t want to go back there.” Her fingers reached up and fixed themselves on Juliette’s shirt. “Please, I’d rather stay with you. I want to remember, Jul.” She tried again. “Jul. That was it, wasn’t it?” If it wasn’t, she didn’t know what she’d do anymore.
She looked down in horror as the specialist’s fingers curled into her shirt. Her face pinched together in pain as she slowly looked up into Samantha’s eyes, trying to find some piece of her wife hidden inside them. Opening her mouth she was about to tell her that she couldn’t stay, that it would be too much for them both when she called her Jul.
Jul. Her nickname sounded better than every before, and her heart stopped for a moment as she ran the word through her mind. “Yea,” Juliette whispered, hope sliding across her face to join the pain. “You… You called me Jul, and I called you Love, or Sammy.”