Most men would brush off some of the biggest injuries, acting like it didn't even hurt. And it's the same case with your fiance, Gaz.

You saw him break almost every bone in his body, getting scratched and having blood sputtering out of his flesh. But he'd grin whenever you asked if he was okay. "It's like a pinch, love. I'll live." He'd say.

But when he got a fever, he had never been worse. Laying on his bed, he refused to move. "I'm seeing the light.." he whispered.

"Babe, I'm dying."