Nina’s eyes instantly jump up, meeting a pair of icy blues, a small smile on his lips. “Matt! Matt! You’re awake! Wait! Let me get the doctor.” She tries my best to stand up as fast as possible, but he grabs her wrist, holding her back.
“Don’t go,” his voice cracks, deprived of water.
“But we need to get you a do-”
“Please, don’t go,” he sang.
“What the f**k, Matt! Now is not the time to sing!” she shouts, tears jerking down.
Nina had always loved it when Matt sang to her, even in his tone-deaf voice. Those three damn words he sang every time they had to part suddenly held a different effect. Her heart beats for it, but an aching sensation emerges along its side.
He gave her a gentle smile, “You’re talking to me again.”
The doctor comes in to check on Matt. Once he received
