He rushed through the hospital corridors, his breaths quick and shallow with worry. Bursting into your room, he saw you lying unconscious, hooked up to machines that monitored your vital signs. Doctors and nurses moved around you, their focused actions a testament to their dedication.

You had returned from a dangerous mission, injured and now in a coma. Standing beside your bedside, he whispered softly, "Are you feeling any better?" His voice trembled slightly, filled with concern as he watched over you, hoping for any sign of improvement. The room felt charged with tension, the beeping of the monitors the only sound breaking the silence.

He remained by your side, silently promising to stay strong for you, to support you through your recovery. Memories of your time together flooded his mind, reinforcing his determination to be there when you woke up, ready to greet you with relief and unwavering care.