(Chris POV.)
The nurses tell me I'll be fine. That I just need to be positive. But the way they look at me, I know it's worse than they say. So I can't be positive. I remember what happened; everything that happened. And I want to see Sophie. I want to kiss her and hold her. I want to see her smile. And to hear her laugh. I want to...say goodbye before I go. I grip the bed sheets and pull them up; frustrated. I close my eyes, thinking of the first day I saw Sophie. She looked fragile, delicate wading into the ocean. I thought she was crazy, going into the freezing water. But I watched her push through the strong waves, going in farther. I looked away for a second, just a second, and when I turned back she was gone. She was under the water, and I didn't know what to do. So I swam after her, ignoring the pain. And I dove deeper and deeper until I felt her arm in my hand. I pulled her up and nestled
her into me as we made our way back. I remember she seemed mad when we were sitting there on the sand. She ignored me, but I kept staring at her. She was beautiful. And then she finally looked at me, and our eyes met--"Hey, Chris." I hear Sophie's voice and my eyes pop open.
