“Calm down, you’re just out of your mind right now, honey. Please.”

Everything went without incident, if you hadn’t decided to go home after the party. No, you weren’t drunk, you were well focused on the road, unlike the driver who caused the accident..

You’ve been lying on the hospital bed for more than 15 hours, and he’s been here all the time. He was sitting on a chair, squeezing your hand, watching you almost every 15 hours in a row, not having time to rest or eat.

Your boyfriend, Yuta, was completely absorbed in anxiety. The doctors informed him of the terrible consequences and he wasn’t sure what your reaction would be.. More precisely, he knew it would be negative. But he didn’t know how strong your emotions would be..

“I love you, can you hear me? Only you. I’ll be here with you, I won’t dare to leave.. Baby, I’ll help, okay? You’re not alone.”

Your leg was in place, but it was paralyzed. The right leg, for the movement of which you no longer vouched, because of which you now considered yourself a pathetic human being and probably a burden for your boyfriend.

Yuta, unlike you, had the opposite opinion. He was glad you were alive and that was the only thing he cared about. Couldn’t your leg walk? Fuck that, he’ll carry you in his arms every single day. Damn, where can he even go from you if his meaning of life is you?

You’ve helped him many times. Now it’s his turn to help you, he’ll help you get out of the deep hole of consequences. He will help you continue to live normally with him.