I gently raise my sore arm, careful not to disturb the IV, and attempt to block out the ray of sunshine that woke me. One of the nurses must have moved back my lavender-tinted curtains, revealing the chair placed in front of the window and the flower field just outside. I've spent the majority of my recent days sitting motionless in that chair, thinking if I look at the field long enough it will somehow bring him back.

I finally begin to sit up in the brick-like hospital bed with some protest from the IV needle in my right arm. I drape my blanket, decorated with a variety of flowers, and trudge over to my well-acquainted chair to do my daily reminiscing about him. "How long have I been here now?!" I mutter with a groan. It feels as though I've been trapped in this hospital forever and a half. The only freedom that I had was stripped from me the day that Grayson left.

We met in that field on my first day at Moonlight. I was about 6 or 7, and I overheard the doctors talking about a needle and my blood. As soon as they left to get the supplies, I snuck out of the window and ran until I crashed right into a scrawny kid who appeared to blend in among the flowers.

"Watch where you're going, weirdo!" the kid yelped, rubbing his head.

"I'm sorry," I whispered apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," I retorted.

"Fair enough. Come sit down with me," he suggested, and so I did. We spent hours out there talking and playing around until we got busted by one of the nurses. We then would sneak out after the nurses did their nightly rounds and meet up in our own little world. We did this every single day up until three days ago.

During that night, I stealthily opened my window, slunk out, and waited in our rendezvous spot for hours. I eventually drifted to sleep and was awakened by a soft paw poking at my cheek. I rubbed my weary eyes, and the rabbit scurried off. I gazed into the sky to realize that it was already early dawn, and Grayson was still not here.

I stand up too fast and have to pause for a second, thanks to my dizzy spells. Once that subsides, I rapidly search everywhere for Gray. The first area I investigate is the lake almost a mile away from our base. I swiftly make my way over to the lake, where the air feels lighter and refreshing. I approach the shore and scan the area to no luck; all I can see is the rose sky reflected in the water and the wildlife running its daily course.

I begin to turn on my heel to search the forest for him when I trip on a twisted willow tree root. I tumble to the rough gravel and reach for my chest. With my lungs in horrible condition already, I can hardly even take a breath. I curl up and try to regulate my breathing. "It's ok... you're ok," I manage to muster, in an attempt to help calm myself. After an insufferable five minutes, I begin to breathe somewhat normally again and pull myself to an upright position.

Due to my unfruitful searching, I give up and retreat to my room before my absence is noticed. I halt after I not-so-gracefully climb back through the window and gawk at my nightstand. "What is that?" I say out loud without meaning to. I slowly begin to approach the unidentifiable shadow and cock my head when I realize what the shape is. It's a bouquet of my favorite flowers: lily of the valley, lilacs, and lavender. I pick up a lilac to smell its enticing aroma when a note spirals to the lifeless, tiled floor.