I heard everything they said. All the words painted out into the air entering my ears etching themselves into my brain. Those same words didn't wake me. I still lay there under the bright lights panicking and twitching as someone desperately tries to grab my hand. Their clear shaky breaths and watering eyes looking down at my pale face. I could see everything without opening my eyes. I was still sleeping. There was a strong grip to my hand, sweaty and tight. He didn't want to let go even when a doctor pulled me away. When I yelled in pain scratching at my wrist he fell to the floor. Doctors around me yelling quick to the nurses still not sure how to handle of what was happening. He didn't move. He waited outside the door with tears in his eyes thinking of the worst. Wasn't ready to let go. The emotions filled the room feeling like I was underwater, could no long hear what was being said only soft muffles. The room was black now. I didn't see him anymore. I didn't see you. My bones ached no longer able to move. I was sure that I was gone. It ended too quick and painless. Am I still sleeping? He who had taken care of me had slipped up. I'd forgive it somehow. My heart was damned but in deep ways I cared. I'd thought of being beside you. Can I wake up?