How can you think
to leave me here
so alone?

You're my
light,
my life,
my, well,
everything.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I wasn't worth it.

Please,
please don't
leave me.

Did you know?
Is that why
you leaned me
towards the fence,
while you were
so open
to the street that
contained the car
with the
careless
driver?

But how could you
have known?

You said you
didn't believe
in fate,
in destiny.

But I do
because you are
destined for so
much more than this.

Please move.
Please breathe.

Sirens.

Hold on,
don't leave
me!

Please!
Just hold on!

Damn it.
Damn it!

Keep breathing.
Don't quit again!

Please!

They aren't letting
me be with you!

No!

Don't take him
away from me!

A hand on my
shoulder,
and a soft word
to the people
packing you away.

You look so
pale.
Why do you look
so pale?
So fragile?

Bump bump.

A little longer.
Just hold on
please.
We're almost there.
We're so close.
They push me
to the side.
Crimson life
flowing freely.

They're doing
all they can,
but please,
PLEASE!,
Just keep
alive!

Your heart
stopped,
just for a moment,
and mine,
seized
with
it.

Beep beep.

PLEASE!
JUST A
LITTLE
LONGER!

Stay!
Please!

It's a
living
nightmare,
and all I
can do is
breathe for
both of us.

They rush you
away.

"Don't worry."
Are they dumb
or something?!
I can't take
anymore.
The sobs escape,
and I can't breathe.

It's a
daze.

They pull
information
bit by bit
from my lips.

I'm numb.
But I'm not.
Because all I
can feel is
pressure
bearing down.

I can't breathe.
Is this how
you felt?

Don't leave me.
I love you!
Please,
don't go!

Hours.

I stare
blankly,
the tears
forgotten.

The doctor
comes out.

"Is she alright?"

They think
I can't
hear them.
They're wrong.

"I don't
know.
She's refused
to move since
he got here."

Shuffling.

I fear
the worst.

"Miss. Your
friend is
going to
live. It looked
nastier
than it
was.
He Is Safe."

Safe?
Safe.
Alive?

"Breathing?"
I don't realize
I've said
a thing.

"Do you want
to see him?"

I nod,
because if I try
to talk
I don't know
if my voice
will hold.

I sit next to you.
Not an inch of
your skin
is bruiseless.

You stir,
and I worry.

Shouldn't you
stay asleep
without pain?

You look up
at me,
and somehow
manage
to smile.

"Hey,
I love you."

I smile.

"I love
you too.
But if you ever
want to
leave,
pick a nicer
way to do it."

You snort,
then wince.

"I won't ever leave
you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."