The worst argument of their lives...

Living in the present

I'm just here waiting

They call my name to let me see him 

I walk in and see him attached to those machines

Keeping him alive and breathing

I walk to his side, the doctors leave and I'm left alone, with only his presence as my company

The dreadful silence is ringing in my ears, as the monitor gives painful beeps to remind me of what damage I've committed

Please wake up

Jack...

I kneel down besides him resting my head on the bed, while holding his hand in mine, hoping this constant nightmare to end

I feel a squeeze at my hand and look at him with hope in my eyes, no movement, not even a blink, I break down in tears over his slow moving chest...

This was all my fault...