I stopped.
I stared.
I cried
I couldn't believe it.
Finally.
Exactly what I came for.
He had gotten skinnier.
And paler.
But that didn't matter to me.
As long as he was there I was fine.
His black hair fell into his eyes as he tried pushing the nurses away.
They grabbed him again and kept moving.
No!
Not so soon, I thought.
But they just kept moving on until I heard a door slam from down the hallway.
I was determined to see him again.
Sometime.
I turned around and went back to my room.
Nurses were there setting up my medication and tidying up my room.
When I walked in the led me to the bed and gave me the meds.
I tried to refuse but failed.
They wanted me to get better.
I couldn't,
I can't!
Not yet.
