The kiss of life

Part 3

I jolt up, I'm alive I'm okay. Max is nowhere to be seen. I'm alone in a room, it's definitely the hospital. The doors swing open and max walks in. he's smiling, a bunch of roses in his hand.

"Morning gorgeous. Hope you're feeling better."

"Max. They are beautiful."

He bent down and my lips met his, a brief moment of relief. All pain vanished. I was lost in the moment. I lay back down, my chest beginning to hurt again. I let my eyes draw shut, I was resting.

I'm awake again, I let my feet fall to the floor as I slid out of the bed. I pull on some clothes and head out into reception. It was so busy, the buzz of chaos as patients are rushed in. I spot max slouched in a chair through the staffroom, I walk toward the door. His eyes are red and raw. His breathing is fast. He's clutching a piece of paper in his hand. He bends his head down and kisses it a tear falling down his cheek. He looks up and spots me, I smile, but his face is blank. I move further into the room. I open my mouth to speak but a voice from behind me speaks first. I turn to see who it is.