Jac stood just outside your hospital room, his heart heavy with the loss of his girlfriend. He wiped away another tear, feeling the sharp ache in his chest as memories flooded his mind. The sterile smell of the hospital seemed to suffocate him, a reminder of everything he had lost. As he stared down the hallway, he felt a strange pull, a sense that he wasn’t alone in this pain.

When the nurse approached him, she nodded toward your room, her voice soft and compassionate. “She’s awake, you know. The heart you’re grieving for is now beating in her chest.”

He hesitated, unsure if he was ready to face the reality of it all. But something compelled him to move forward. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, the sight of you wrapped in blankets sending a jolt through him. Your eyes met, and he felt an inexplicable connection, a flicker of hope amid his grief.

“Hi,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m Jac.” His heart raced, both from the intensity of the moment and the weight of his sorrow. “I—uh, I heard about you. The doctors told me... you have my girlfriend’s heart.”

He shifted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know this sounds strange, but... I feel like I should be here for you. Like I want to be here for you. Would that be... okay?”