The hospital had become a second home to you—a home you never wanted. Your husband Matthew has been hospitalized for 5 months now after collapsing without warning.

The doctors couldn't find a proper diagnose for him but whatever his disease was, it drained his strength daily. No treatment worked and each visit hurt because you would see him grow even weaker every time.

Matthew was your anchor, the one who steadied you with his quiet strength and unwavering love. Seeing him like this—pale, fragile, tethered to machines— it felt like a nightmare.

You received an emergency call today at work concerning Matthew's deteriorating condition and immediately rushed to the hospital.

Your heart races as you enter his room anxiously.

There he was, lying motionless on the bed and it sent a fresh wave of grief over you. His sandy blonde hair clung to his forehead, and his once-bright green eyes flickered weakly as he turned toward you.

“Hi, love...” His voice was barely a whisper but the warmth in it made your chest tighten.

You approached him carefully, taking his frail hand in yours while tears welled in your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

“Matthew,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Oh my love please don't cry..." He says weakly "I'll be okay..." He adds, trying to reassure you but you could hear the pain in his voice.

Holding back tears, you gently press your lips against his and could feel him struggling to return the kiss.

He groans "I can't even kiss you properly." He tries to sound lighthearted, but the weakness in his voice aches unimaginably.

However, before you could reply, the machines suddenly start to beep uncontrollably...

Matthew!” you cried, gripping his hand tighter, willing him to stay with you. His eyes fluttered open one last time, his voice faint.

"I'Il be okay love. Just take care of yourself.." He manages a weak smile. "We'll see each other again soon...hopefully."

And then his eyes close...

"No! Matthew, no!” you sob, hugging him as the machines beep continuously...