Meghan's POV:
Joey was laying in the hospital bed. They had him hooked up to so many machines.
He was breathing now, thank God.
I haven't let go of his hand since we were at the hotel. I kept squeezing it, every time, tighter than the last.
I felt him squeeze back a little.
"Joey?" I said wiping a tear from my cheek.
"Meghan? Where am I? What happened?" he asked weakly.
"We're in the ER. You went into shock," I told him.
"Probably because of you," he smiled at me and then grabbed his forehead in pain.
"You alright?"
"Yeah. Just a little tired," he said looking at me.
"I was so worried. I thought you were going to die," I said as more tears flowed down my face.
"I would never leave you," he said as he pulled me into a tight hug.
"Ow!" he yelped.
I pulled away quickly. He grabbed his forehead again.
"I think you should get some rest."
"But-"
"Sleep, Joey. I want you to be able to leave soon," I interrupted him.
"Fine. But I want you to stay by me," he said softly as his eyelids fluttered.
"I would never leave you," I whispered into his ear.
"Good."
