He’s been sitting along just by himself, staring at the TV, not really paying attention to what they’re saying, I get it, he’s somewhere else, he’s not here right now, I can’t ask him to be here, that would be cruel.

I don’t want to leave him, I don’t want him to do anything rash, he’s been prone to do stuff like that in the past.

I wish there was a better way, but I’ve been cooking for him, at least he eats and drink’s water, he’s taking a couple of day’s from his museum work, strangely they were kind and understanding of his situation.

They’re glad he has me, and I’m here for him, I want to give him all the time in the world, until he heals.

I’m here for him, and that’s all that matters.

-D.