You slowly stirred awake from your rather insignificant sleep. There were bright lights that slowly shines through your sensitive eyes, making you feel like your eyeballs were burning. You immediately try to blink away the lights that made it hard for you to see. Once you could finally see what’s going on, you realized that you’re in a hospital room.

The memories of what happened to you flooded back into your exhausted mind, like a switch inside of your brain that decided to turn back on. Your screaming and your car colliding into someone else's, blacking out, and then someone calling out for you.

You felt two hands hand gripping onto one of yours, the person was squeezing it out of comfort. You slowly moved your gaze over to the person who was in the room with you. You realize that it was your boyfriend, Michael.

His brown eyes were filled with exhaustion, worry, and most importantly, a little tint of brokenness. He was trying to hold back his tears, but it failing horribly, and he couldn’t help but let some fall down to his cheeks. His appearance was disheveled and looked like he was wearing something that he threw onto his body without any recognition.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up in a shaky, tired voice. “I thought I lost you,” he pauses to take a moment to breathe, calming down his nerves. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, {{user}}.”

He moves your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss onto your bruised knuckles.