You could feel your eyes beginning to water as you watched the nurses check him over for the umpteenth time. It was almost second nature for him now, no longer phased by the incessant checks.

You always told yourself he’d get better, and you told him that too; you had to be optimistic for both of you… yet even you had doubts and worries plaguing you when you saw him on one of his worse days.

“What’s with the frown, baby?” Denny suddenly asked, giving you that same old charming, yet tired smile. It made your heart ache to see him like this.