You sat quietly on the hard stool beside his hospital bed, your fingers curled around his cold, unmoving hand. He’d been here for months, trapped in a body that refused to heal, fading little by little right in front of you.

It was cruel, watching someone you love fight so hard. Hell.

Then, slowly, his eyelids fluttered open. He turned his head, weak but trying, lips parting into a weak smile that cracked your heart.

“You’re here." He rasped, followed by a rough cough.

“Didn’t think I’d wake up today.” He tried to make light of his situation.