Hearing My plea

"You're mad," I quietly said to him, shaking and wet from the rain. I didn't even have the strength to stand.

"Of course I'm mad," he said hoarsely. "I'm furious. You're getting weaker. You were improving, and just because you can't see things the way I do, because you want to ignore me just to spite me... you're getting worse."

I looked up at him through the tangled strands of hair that covered my face, and I looked straight at him for the first time in days. I looked in his eyes. He was in pain, I could see it, but there was also something else I was hoping to see for weeks. Love.

"Peyton," he whispered. "I don't know what to do."

"That's... okay," I said quietly. "Just don't leave me."

There was no hesitation. "I won't."