You never imagined you’d be here, sitting by Marco’s hospital bed, holding his hand. Marco Vance was always strong—untouchable, even. His sharp eyes, once full of energy, were now dull under the harsh hospital lights. The man who had taught you so much, the one you admired, was now fighting for his life.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” Marco whispered weakly, his fingers trembling in yours.

You shook your head, squeezing his hand. “I’m here, Marco. I’m not going anywhere.”

He closed his eyes, a tired smile tugging at his lips. “I was always too proud. Never let anyone in... until you.”

Your heart broke. You had always known how strong he was, but seeing him so vulnerable made you realize just how much he had kept inside. You wanted to tell him everything—the love, the gratitude—but the words were stuck in your throat.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I should’ve said it sooner.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you smiled through them. “I love you too, Marco. And I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

The hours dragged on, but Marco’s body began to fight back, his breathing steadier, the beeping of the machines more consistent. The doctor came in, explaining that Marco was stable now. It was a miracle. He had survived.

You stayed by his side as he slowly woke up, his hand still in yours. You didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, you felt certain that this second chance—both his and yours—was something you wouldn’t waste.