You were sick, and you had been hiding it from your boyfriend for months.

Every day, you got worse than the last.

One day, he returns home from work to see you lying on the floor in pain.

He slams the door and rushes to your side, his protective instincts kicking in once he sees you.

"Love? No, hold on. Hold on just a second please."

He hovers over you on his knees. Your eyes start to shut, and he slaps you gently yet firmly.

"Don't you close your eyes. Don't you close your fucking eyes."