Chapter Twelve

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*Katrina's POV*
I held Troyes hand in mine dreading the moment that I had to let go.

For about an hour, I sat next to Troye, holding his hand, taking selfies with him, (I know, I'm a little weird.) and putting makeup on him.

It was fun, probably one of the funnest days that I've had in a while.

"Troye!" I said remembering something. "I bought you a present!"

I pulled a small silver box out of my purse.

I untied it and searched through the tissue paper.

I pulled two little necklaces out. One said 'K' on it and the other said 'T' on it.

I put the one that said 'K' on Troye and I put the other one on me.

"So now you have a necklace with my first initial and I have one with your first initial." I said.

"For a while now I've wanted you to have something that reminds you of me." I told him.

A few minutes passed and I decided to take my sharpie and write/draw something on his hand.

'I love you, Troye' I started writing. I also drew a heart and my name.

I actually did a pretty good job making him look beautiful.

It's been about an hour and a half since Matthew went into surgery. So I'm thinking that he could be done any minute.

And I was right. About five minutes later, a whole new doctor walked in and asked for me.

"Okay, I'll be back soon. I promise." I said to Troye.

I kissed him, lost his hand, and left the room.

"What do you need for me for now?" I asked the doctor.

"Well, when Matthew woke up, his first words were asking to see you." The doctor responded.

"He wanted to see me?"

"Yes. But he's still out of it and in pain so when you see him, be gentle."

"Oh, okay."

With that, we got to the room where Matthew was.

The room was on the same floor as Troyes so I didn't have to walk as far.

The doctor opened the door for me and I walked in with her following.

And there he was.

Lying there, still hooked up to oxygen.

With an IV in his arm.

With the steady beeping noise coming from the heart monitor behind him.

He looked so peaceful, so helpless, so weak, and so endearing.

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