I always thought that the biggest scare of my life was when she ran away and that if I lost her, it’ll be because she left. Even throughout all the threats and missed shots, I was never scared of losing her to death. Those last two days changed that. I was petrified.
She died more than once on that night and every time she took a piece of my soul with her. Seeing her lying on the bed with tubes in her mouth, had me praying about things I’ve never believed in.
I spend those days watching over her, cleaning her, and doing everything I could to make her as comfortable as possible. I did everything I could to keep my sanity hoping that she’d wake up as her regular self.
The doctors had informed me that there was a chance she might not wake up and if she did, she would suffer from complicat
