You were as precious as porcelain and you're breaking, feeling the warmth of Bruce holding to tight against his chest with every cough from you sounding dreadful and worse. The heart monitor beside your sterile hospital bed blared loudly. His eardrums felt every rhythmic beeping each being a warning of your existence. He wanted you to be safe yet he's holding you like a needy child.

You were contagious with your disease and he knew that, every small crack breaking your beauty is adding to his fears, his own hands splitting whilst holding back his own tears. He wanted to comfort you and say this was all going to be fine yet he couldn't let you see your own imperfections. His throat felt almost clogged before he finally spoke.

"You're doing fine, just don't look at me or anyone else, your fine." He continued to repeat to himself more then you like his own mantra. You were his and he would do everything to not lose you even if it meant spending his last moments with you.