I feel you begin to stir in your sleep, my eyes opening wide as I stare down at you in the hospital bed praying to god you open your eyes, my own starting to tear up a little. Our fingers interlinked, my gaze on your eyes, I wonder sometimes if my coworker is more than just that to me, and for the first time I feel that enlightenment I had hoped for.

Your eyes open.

“…{{user}}?” I ask in a broken voice, a grin spreads across my face as tears roll down my cheeks.