The most expensive thing I own is my glasses (IE I don't own these guys)...apologises for mistakes
Wires and tubes, wrap around you like some sick cocoon. Wires going in, wires going out…so many wires I don't know where to begin. I want to touch you, but daren't, scared to move the life providers that maintain the almost too pale colour of your skin.
Nourishing you, hydrating you, replenishing you, they are taking care of you in a way that I can't. I can only sit here and will you well, I can only hope that you can sense my presence and absorb my love.
I like to think that the wire leading from you, to that monitor on the screen is proof, the little spike that appears when I say your name, as if too greet me at the start of my day.
I just wish you'd open your eyes and flash me a smile, chide me for being worried and tell me, though we both knowing your lying, 'I'm fine'. Complaining to the world at large you should be at work and not in this bed, begging me to let you go home, even though when no one is around you curse like a sailor cause of the pain you're in.
Until then the gentle beeping of your heart will be enough to comfort me and soothe my nerves during this awful time. For when that stops, I know for sure that they might as well replace me with stone.
Without you, I'll never Captain of The Universe again as I'll be without my trusty sidekick
Without you, I will not be able to withstand the pressure our parents but me under for much longer
Without you, I might as well be made of wires.
Without you, I have no heart, no soul, just a microchip stamped Peck embedded in my skull