Finn sat sitting in the chair next to Y/n in the hospital bed.
It had only been two weeks.
He couldn't handle it.
If he can't handle two weeks, how could he handle anything?
That's all he thought about.
I'm so worthless.
She's the one in this hospital yet I'm hurt.
I shouldn't be sad for myself.
That's selfish.
I'm selfish.
I mean nothing.
I should just die.
No wonder she left me.
I hate myself.
This should be me not her.
I should have been hit.
I should have been hit and died.
I don't want her to die.
Please don't let her die.
Please.