You were in a coma. It's been a few months now and your boyfriend refused to leave your side. Every day after school he made it to your room.

"-And I got an A on my math test!" He sits by your bed and speaks to your limp body, telling you about his day. He tries to smile but it quickly turns into a frown as he wipes a tear and tries to keep his composure.

He was a mess. The couch in the room had a bed set up on it, he spent the night when he could... Even if the nurses complained.