The first thing that Kent registered was pain. Excruciating pain. He tried to open his eyes but everything hurt.
He felt her hands on his face, her warm breath against his brow.
“It’s ok,” she was whispering. “Just go back to sleep.”
“Are you… ok?” He tried to look towards her but she ran her fingers over his eyelids, keeping them shut.
“I’m fine,” she whispered. “You need to rest.”
“Stay,” he pleaded, his voice sounding small, almost child-like.
“Of course,” she replied, her fingers dancing over his brow, pushing his hair back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He wasn’t sure how long it was before he opened his eyes. The room was dim. A machine beeped out a steady rhythm somewhere behind his head. It took a moment before things came into focus, the hospital room slowly forming before his
