It shouldn't have been you. Anyone but you. You shouldn't be the one laying there. If anything, it should have been him. He had to apologize for the fight, apologize for being such a bad lover. Yet, all he could do was sit beside your hospital bed, hoping you wake up.

Quiet words were said, ones he never got answers to. He held your hand, staring at your fingers like they would suddenly twitch.

"Please, wake up," he whispered, pressing your hand against his forehead.