This wasn't supposed to happen.

Chase wasn't supposed to get hurt.

It wasn't fair. Not to you. Not to anyone. Not to him.

Chase lay on the hospital bed, chest slowly rising and falling with the assist of the oxygen mask. The heart monitor beeped rhythmically. You've become accustomed to the sound. Having been here for hours, sitting and watching the man in bed, the beeping has become a natural background noise.

You had refused to leave his bedside. Fearing that if you left he'd wake up alone.

You were dozing off in the very uncomfortable chair besides the bed when you heard a small noise come from Chase, alerting you awake.