I try to look into the eyes of my beautiful man, but being blocked by closed eyelids. They've been closed, for a long, long time. I haven't seen his lovely brown eyes in over a month. He was in a car crash with a pick up truck, and totalled the car, and himself. He will never be how he used to be.
The nurse comes up to me and says, "Ma'am, we're going to have to take him off of life support. I need you to exit the room."
I mumble back, "Okay."
I leave the room, sitting in a cushioned chair beside the door.
Around five minutes or so, the nurse opens the door, telling me, "You may come in now."
I enter the room for at least the 50th time. I see him laying on the bed, barely breathing. His chest moves slowly, lightly up and down, his breathing soon slowing down to a few breaths per minute. He takes one big breath, and the heart monitor goes out, and his chest stops moving. He's dead. No, no, it can't be.
I hear faint voices calling, 'wake up, Paige' and 'baby please wake up.'
As I finally come to my senses, I feel a warm hand on my side. My body shoots awake, my eyes opening, but I can't see out of them due to tears. He wipes the tears away, pulling me into an embrace. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I had a bad dream. Y-you died..."
"I'm right here, I'm okay, sh, don't worry."
"What time is it?"
"2:30." I groan into the pillow, flipping onto my back once again.
"Come here, let's watch TV," I say, pulling on his neck, bringing him closer. "In between my legs, and I don't mean your head or your dick." He sits down in between my legs, laying his head on my chest. I play with his hair with one hand, my other interlocked in his, as he slowly falls asleep on me.
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I know, its short. STOP COMPLAINING! At least I updated!
