The Present

I remember Sephy mentioned something about not good. I was hysterical. I asked. My heart stopped. I awaited my reply. Hearing you weren't dead was the best news of my life. Just in a coma. I exhaled like it was the first time. I needed you so I eased my self into the wheel chair the minute they left to get coffee and headed for your room. 167. I new. Intensive care. I have never moved so fast and as I wheeled down your corridor a wave of fear washed over me. I thought maybe I don't want to see you like that. But I had to 'cause if anyone could make you better, it was me. As I opened your door I felt guilt... and doubt...

The End

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