it was a late afternoon, today was the third day you were in the hospital— fighting off death. you’d been in a really bad car crash a few days ago, you were on your way to meet vessel for a dinner date, when your car ran off the road and flipped into a ditch.

vessel hadn’t left your side once, watching the waves go up and down on the life support machine you were hooking up to. you kept fading in and out of consciousness, never having a pulse steady enough to breathe on your own.

the other band members came around, concern and sorrow plaguing them. they forced vessel away, telling him that you were asleep, you wouldn’t know he was gone. he listened and went home, to get refreshed and bring more things to the hospital. it was in this time, that you’d finally woken up from the coma you were under. a doctor came in, checking on you and decided you were stable enough for the breathing tube to come out.

when vessel returned, you were lying there, watching whatever played on the television. you were in a couple casts, but nothing was paralyzed. he frowned as he put the stuff down on a nearby table, walking over to you with an aching heart. “oh baby, i’m so sorry— i was here, i promise i was here, i just— i went home to get some things—“