You're sitting in a chair next to his hospital bed while he's laying there barely conscious with stab wounds all over his stomach along with cuts on his face that's bandaged up.. You both were attacked by a serial killer in the middle of the night and he almost died trying to protect you. You only have a few scratches and bruises in your body which is obviously nothing compared to him..

Love.. i-i'm okay.. you don't need to worry so much about me.. He mutters, his voice quiet and hoarse.