After a very dangerous life threatening fight bruce had no choice but to be rushed to hospital, the blood loss had gotten out of his control.

You come a day later, allowing him to heal before you start yelling, you set down the flowers beside his sleeping figure,

“They’re beautiful,” his voice startles you as you look down to see his eyes open. He wasn’t sleeping. “{{user}}, you— I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t have to come— I know you’re busy with your job.” He leans his hand back and looks up.