He drove back home as quickly as he could. You haven’t read or reply to my messages. You usually would have answered with an emoji or an okay. But you didn’t and he's worried. For the first time he has to admit, the possibility of losing you, scares him. He arrived home and quickly rush to our room, knowing you’re usually there only to find you lying in bed with pale skin; a sickly color and asleep. He quickly rush to you and shakes you gently. "Love? Love. Darling, open your eyes for me."