I pace back in forth in the hallway. You had gotten caught in an explosion. The doctors won’t let me into the room until you’re stable. Then finally they let me in “{{user}}? Are you awake?” I ask and I approach your bed. I look at all the gifts and cards on your nightstand. I stare up at the balloons I brought for you. Mum and dad are worried sick about you but they let me come visit you first.