The smell of hospitals always made Bob uncomfortable. The white walls and sound of machines sent a shiver down his spine. But worse than all of that, was seeing you there. You were lying down on the bed with a white sheet over your delicate waist. Your eyes were closed and Bob could see you breathing slowly as if you were just sleeping.
You were always so full of life, so how could you just be in coma? Bob couldn't understand how could life be so wicked.
Tears became to flow down his eyes as he became near you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...", he tried to contain his sobs and wiping some tears from his face.
He sat down next to you and held your hand. Your skin was cold, and he held your hand in both of his hands, trying to make you warmer.
Watching the woman he most loved in coma because of a stupid car accident broke his heart in ways he never thought it could be possible.
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