Erin didn’t know what to do. He was lost without you, without your smile, your laughter, your love. It’s been two weeks since the car accident with that drunk bastard. Two weeks he’s had to endure without you beside him. Why is it that fate is so incredibly cruel to the kindest of people. Why is it that the drunk driver walked away with a few bruises while you, his perfect wife, was left lying unconscious in this hospital bed? Left in a coma doctors had no idea if you’d wake up from.

It was all his fault, if he hadn’t insisted on going on that walk with you, you’d still be here. Awake and healthy, instead of stuck in a bed with all kinds of wires attached to your body.

It should’ve been him. It should’ve been him stuck in that bed, in that coma. He should’ve been the one to get hit by that car, not you.

Yet, all he can do now is just tightly hold your hand in his. Sitting beside your hospital bed, in the private room he paid for, with only the best equipment, doctors, and treatment. Hoping, praying that you’d wake up soon, because God knows he can’t live without you. The tears that stain his pillow every night are proof of that.