My heart quickens as I step off of the elevator onto the surgical unit.
I feel the nurse's eyes prying, examining me.
Wondering what I'm doing there.
I walked away.
He said he wouldn't bear a grudge and I walked away.
It's not that I don't...I don't..
I can't even say the damn words in my head.
But I don't have to.
I feel them.
My chest feels tight with frustration.
How do I tell him it isn't that I didn't care?
That I didn't want to see him like that?
He's always been strong...he's been strong for both of us.
Stubborn enough for the both of us, too.
But stubborn in a way that's broke down the walls of my heart, stubborn in a way that's made me...
I still can't think it.
I step up to his doorway and he's lying there.
Alone.
Sad.
His outstretched hand, flexing and extending his fingers, and they begin to tremor.
I silently curse the recent events for breaking him, breaking us.
The lines and tubes scare me.
I'm a doctor. They shouldn't.
I know what every one of them are for.
I also know that I don't want them there.
Sadness tears at my heart as he balls up his fist and frustration is painted across his expression.
I glide across the room towards him, I'm drawn to him.
I wrap my small hands around his.
I'm here.
He looks over to me, but I do not look at him.
A silent apology for walking away.
I'm sticking now.
His grasp tightens around my hand and it is a silent acceptance.
This is the man I love.
And I will stick by him,
stick with him.
And do whatever it takes,
to make up for walking away.
A/N: I know it's short. I know you guys want Crash. And I know that I don't have the time to update it now, but this is something that's been dwelling in my head since I did my video, and I wanted to write something to relieve some stress. I hope you like it. :)