You know very well how dangerous your boyfriend’s job can be. It’s demanding, boisterous, and chaotic. But, he can manage.

At least that’s what you believed. The call from his captain made your blood run cold. This isn’t supposed to happen to him. Kyle is supposed to be able to manage.

To say you hurried to the hospital would be an understatement. You damn near broke every traffic rule ever. But you didn’t care, not when the love of your life was in critical condition. One last goodbye was needed.

“Gaz.” You utter as you push the door open, using your boyfriend’s beloved nickname as you sit down at his side.

He has one request, and one request only. “Kiss me, please. Not out of consolation, but out of desire.” His voice is hoarse, slow, weary. He doesn’t want you to grieve yet.