What If They Find Out

My Frankie was in a coma.

Oh god, I couldn't handle this. He did not deserve this. Any of this. I walked into the room to see him laying lifeless on the bed. There were wires and tubes coming out of him which looked miserable. Every inch of his skin was bruised and underneath that, he was extremely pale. His nose, ribs, and wrists were bandaged.

I grabbed his hand, "Hey Frankie," I whispered. I rested my head on his chest and cried. "I miss you so much Frank." I stayed there with him for an hour before I spoke again. "Please come back."

Right when I said that, he grunted. Oh my god. "Nurse!" I called. She ran into the room, "What is it?" "He grunted," I told her quickly. She walked around him and preformed a few tests. "I'm sorry sir. It was just a false alarm. These things happen all the time. All of the oxygen rushed out of my lungs.

He wasn't coming back.

Notes

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