"Hey, silly."

Keegan says quietly, stroking your palm with warm fingers, gently rubbing the skin of your fingers. The life support machine beeps quietly, alerting the room to the patient's steady heartbeat. His mask lay nearby on the nightstand as the man sat next to your hospital bed.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

Keegan tries to smile as he sees your calm face under the oxygen mask that helped you breathe. He stands up from the chair, still holding your fingers in his, and kisses your forehead softly. Over the past days, or weeks, or months, everything had merged into one huge nightmare. Keegan just couldn't lose you.