Not yet, No, not yet, not ever.

Toji had always dreamed that you would grow old with him. It was always him and you. He loved when you talked about being old and taking care of Megumi's children with him.

But now, holding your hand as his eyes constantly kept shifting to the damned machine and listening to the constant beeping which he hoped wouldn't prolong itself, he was afraid he would never have that.

No, she'll be fine.

But how could he tell himself that, when you kept saying otherwise? You were his rock. Always helping him out of the worst. But now here you were, talking about how it won't be much longer.

"Damnit— Baby, please shut up. You won't die."