The beeping of the heart monitor echoes through the room. The sun gently hits your pale face, lighting up the room despite the closed curtains. Some old flowers, most already dead, stand in an vase on your bedside table.

The room is otherwise quiet. Occasionally nurses would come in to check your IV or generally look at your vitals.

You still didn’t wake up from coma.

The door opens, and in walks ghost. He ducks to avoid hitting his head, closing the door behind him. He looks over to you, his grip tightening on the roses in his hand. A sigh escapes his lips, and he scowls.

He walks over to the vase and gently takes out the old roses, settling the fresh ones into the vase. He then grabs a chair and sits down besides you, looking over to you.

"Still not awake, I see.“ he grumbles, taking your hand, his thumb carefully brushing over the back of your hand. "We miss you here. I miss you.“ he says, leaning back in the chair.

He would visit every day.

Or at least every day he’s off duty.

He sighs again, looking at your face. "You know, I really miss you. We all do. Just…please don’t give up. You’ll make it through this. Promise. I hope…“ he says, letting go off your hand.

He would always talk to you. You don’t respond, but he hopes you hear him nonetheless. His sight is a little hazy from unshed tears, but he’s desperate to hold them in. Keep strong.

He’s the tough lieutenant after all.

Right?

He couldn’t let this break him. Not now.

Right?

Nonetheless, a tear rolls down his cheek. For a moment, he lets it happen, but as he hears the door open, he quickly snaps out of it. He wipes the tear away with an gloved hand, turning his head to see who entered.

A nurse.

Probably another quick check up. He nods in greeting before turning back to you, letting out another wary sigh.

"Morning.“ he grumbles roughly. "Good morning, sir.“ the nurse greets, moving to your side to check your vitals.

Again.