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by Simon-Nevo

by Simon-Nevo

Joe's pov
(Wow, what?)

As i walked into the hospital, i immediately asked where Caspar's room was.
And off course only family was allowed.
"Are you family of Caspar?"
"Yes, i'm his boyfriend"
She smiled at me when she told me his room number
"Because you're not really family, i could say no, but you guys probably look so cute together, in other words, Room 365 on the 2nd floor"
"Okay, thanks ma'am"
"No problem"

"360, 361, 363, Aha, room 365", i said to myself, "i wonder what he looks like."
When i entered the room, i froze.
His skin as pale as snow, as many tubes connected to him as people subscribed to his channel.
I just stood there, unknown to the fact i was crying, hot tears streaming downy face, watching a monitor.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I'm looking at the line that indicates his heartbeat.
Oh boy, if my life, my world, my E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G, would one day depend on one line moving up and down, i'd wish i'd be my line, not his, i can't live without him.
He's the oxygen i breath to stay alive, the reason i stopped cutting myself, the reason i'm glad to wake up in the morning.
But if he never wakes up again, then i might go to sleep forever.