I was discharged the next morning. Stacey seemed to be extremely apologetic, and I had to reassure her that it was okay. Internally, I blamed her. I blamed her for not letting me know sooner. So much could have changed if I had known. I wouldn't have blamed you for disappearing. I wouldn't have kept my feelings to myself.
I would have been able to let you know how I felt.
As I was leaving the room, I turned back and stared at the chair beside my bed. That was where you used to be. That corner of the bed was where you sat the first time we hugged.
The room was full of our memories, but it was to be cleaned and prepped for its next visitor.
What if you woke up and realised that I was no longer here?
I couldn't bring myself to imagine.