Anna sat beside the bed, her hands trembling as she reached out to brush a damp strand of hair from {{user}}'s pallid face. He lay motionless, his breaths shallow, the needle in his arm siphoning blood in a desperate attempt to purge the radiation poisoning. The once vibrant man she married three years ago now looked fragile, like a shadow of himself.

“Please, don’t die on me,” Anna whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear. Her fingers curled around his limp hand, clutching it as though her touch alone could anchor him to the world. “I love you so much. I can’t do this without you.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and her throat tightened painfully as she fought to keep her composure. “You promised me forever,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Don’t leave me to be a widow, {{user}}. Not like this. Not now.”

The room was silent except for the steady hum of the medical equipment, the faint sound of his labored breathing and the Aurora along the tracks. Anna leaned forward, resting her forehead against his knuckles, her tears finally slipping free. If sheer willpower could keep him alive, she would hold on with everything she had.