Bryan's POV:
Once again, I find myself sitting next to Amanda's hospital bed, holding her hand, praying she wakes up. I reflect back to a week ago when she single-handedly took down Marcus. However, her body failed her before we could celebrate.
"You can't get rid of me that easily. Maybe now we can settle into the simple life." She whispers.
"Now that's a plan I can get behind." I hold out my pinky, latching it with hers. I lean down and give her the sweetest kiss. As I break the kiss, I sense something isn't quite right. Her skin suddenly drains of all color and she begins to look disoriented. At first, I'm not too concerned as she had just fought the fight of her life and honestly, anyone would feel a little weird as the adrenaline wears off.
"Bryan?" I hear her call my name.
"Yeah
