Stiles sat beside {{user}}'s hospital bed, tears streaming down his face. He struggled to keep his composure after hearing from Melissa, {{user}} might never wake up. "You have to wake up," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I need you. We all do." His hand gently squeezed {{user}}'s, his heart breaking with every silent moment. "Please, don't leave us." The room was filled with the quiet hum of machines, the only indication that {{user}} was still holding on.