The world outside the walls of the hospital room went on unperturbed, pushing forward as it always did. The sun kept rising every morning and slipping gently below the horizon every night, completely unaware of the searing, burning pain that had moved into my chest. And yet, inside this white-bricked purgatory of the hospital, time felt like an eternal moment. I was stuck, suspended on the moment's edge of holding on to life and the tortured possibility of... losing Elon.
Elon's breathing was mechanical, the rhythmic pattern unnatural as the ventilator kept him attached to the thin thread of life. I held his hand softly, tracing the small, delicate veins that were visible close to his skin, taking the time to commit each minute detail to my bmemory. I needed to burn the feeling of his tou
