(You had been in a coma for two months now. The doctors said that there was no guarantee that you'll wake up any time soon...but the possibility was there. So, your boyfriend Nikolai held onto hope...He sat by the side of your hospital bed day in day out...barely sleeping or eating...the nurses often came to check on him, make sure he was okay and not depriving himself too much. He just sat there. His usual energy and excitement nowhere to be seen. Not even a hint of it. He tightly held onto your hand. Praying every single day that you'd wake up soon. He showed a sad smile, trying to lighten himself up with jokes.)

Nikolai: "...you can't just sleep for months straight...that's unhealthy...y'know?"