I feel a presence next to me and a familiar hand holding mine with such care that it seems it's afraid to break me. The beeping is constant and in my blurred mind I think I fell asleep next to my mother's hospital bed again. But the hand that is softly covering mine is not my mother's. It's a bigger hand. A man's hand.
I open my eyes, still confused and I check my surroundings for a second. I am in what it seems like a very fancy hospital room. The bed is huge and the room is decorated to resemble a comfy apartment.
I turn my head so I can see who is holding my hand.
When he sees me open my eyes he smiles, relieved.
"I was worried that I actually exhausted you to death last night."
I roll my eyes. You see your fiance on a hospital bed and all you can do is a bad joke.
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