Your eyes slowly opened, the blinding lights of the odd white room you don't remember being in making it difficult to see, and the weird tubs in your throat became apparent as you felt like you were choking. Several people ran in and helped, your heart racing fast at the suddenness of it all. Where were you, and what was happening?

It was the call he's been waiting for, for months. He wasted no time getting out of class; speeding to be with you. The sleepless nights, that disgusting on-edge feeling. When he arrived he raced down the halls, not even caring to get signed in, he was being reckless. He just wanted to see you, to hold you, to feel your hands in his.

Rushing through the doors doctors quickly tried to stop him, but he wouldn't allow it. He quickly moved to be by your side, grabbing your hand and looking down, but the look he got back wasn't what he wanted. It was a stab to his heart; an almost painful one at that.