Enough

Wind blows through her dark long hair, the shapes of light around her put her in a non existent spotlight, the water below comes to a slow pace of movement, as do my thoughts.
The lanterns beside us tell a story of what we wish were our own, the fire inside sparks the warmth that holds us together like magnets.
All the other boats had returned home, our boat sat in the middle of the cold isolated river, the sky above closing in with blood orange clouds and the moon rising with the sun setting for another night.
She was wrapped in multiple old fuzzy blankets, tubes connecting her nose down to her pockets, her brown eyes gazed above at the light ahead with the reflections turning her pupils to more of a soft maroon, she moves her hand to caress the water below which causes the water to begin moving at a decent pace to trance her.
She had also worn scarves from the many adventures we had, some torn and some hand crafted by whatever materials I could afford and use, but it made me smile whenever she would wear them.
As her hand comes back into the comfort of our boat she wipes it against the silk of her blankets, while her hand goes back in I go to feel the different textures of the water, it has become colder and more delicate, I take my hand out from the water and wipe it against my jeans.
Air from our lungs begin to escape into small white clouds that puff out of our mouths as we both become dragon-like doing our best to breathe fire. We both roar as loud as we can, no one would be able to hear us and if they were able to, it was a good idea to run away.
As we roared some more, some birds decided to fly away and mock elsewhere, the trees on the outside of the lake began to come to a rest and sleep off the long day they had and we felt like king and queen of the forest.
We both stop our loud noises, and instead take a moment of silence while looking down in the river, nothing is bothering us, just the quiet sound of the wind lightly blowing against our clothes and hair.
We look back up at each other and after a moment of awkward staring we both begin laughing.
They say laughter is the best medicine, and I just hope that it's enough to keep us going.
The laughing comes to a stop, and instead she let's off this smile that says "thank you" and "don't worry" at the same time, I mirror her look.
Our smiles become more casual as I look down to see our hands touching.
I move up close to her and hold her hands as I whisper things I should have a long time ago.
I lightly put our hands back down, and look down at the floor of our boat.
My hand reached around behind me to grab some flowers. She tries her best to get a peek but I make sure they stay out of her vision.
"Close your eyes," I say, she listens as I take the flowers out from behind my back and put them gently in her hands, she opens and looks at the assortment of flowers, all of them being her favorites, she lets out a smile that shows she enjoys it.
She rests back as her eyes close once more, the grip from our hands becomes loose as I respectfully let go.

The beeping from the heart monitor continues at a decent pace making me feel cold and delicate in this hospital room, not ready for what may happen to her, the room empty apart from us two, surrounded by flowers from all our adventures and chocolates she was unable to eat.

They say laughter is the best medicine.

I just hope it's enough for her.

I would take just enough.

Enough just for her...