I stood in front of your hospital bed, horrified at the state you were in. Your face plastered with blue and black; Open cuts clustered around your eyes and cheeks.
I clenched my teeth together, stomach churning in disgust. Not at you though.
I was appalled by the people who did this. No. They weren't people. Who in Hell would smash a vase into an innocent person's face. What human would kick someone into an unrecognizable mess? And for what, spare change? How much did they expect you to have in your wallet anyway. They were monsters dressed as humans. I'd never forgive them. I couldn't.
That night while you laid half-conscious, I sat beside you holding your hand tightly. You mumbled funny little nothings every now and then. It must've been the drugs talking. When you finally fell asleep, I found the courage to stroke your forehead. I was careful not to cause you any more pain.
Beautiful. Your eyelashes fluttered occasionally as your eyeball moved under its lids. I wondered what you were dreaming about. Your chest rose up and down gently, rhythmically. Your tattoo peeked through the neck of the lavender hospital gown. I traced my finger along the native design. My eyes welled. If only the band didn't split, if only I tried harder to keep everyone together for a little longer, This wouldn't have happened.
"Adam?" you croaked with a raspy voice. I braved a smile and nodded, shifting my hand back from your chest to your head, running my fingers through your hazel locks.
"I'm here" I answered softly. You immediately sighed, in relief probably. You fell back into your narcotized slumber.
"I'll always be here."