I hear your breathing, slow and strong, and I know that you're still here. Your heart fights the attacking blood steadily and I smile. I know they're wrong.
If you woke up faster I could get you out of here.
I remember all those nights, held tight in your arms, my fingers tangled in your hair, tears drying on your cheeks from laughter, a fight, a nightmare or even just a yawn.
The doctors are on crack if they think you can die.
You were always the strong one, Rems. With laughing eyes and elegant fingers, with tapered locks of hair falling into your perfect face, with tan, hard muscles detailing every inch of your exquisite body, you were always the real fighter.
Now you're too weak to even charge a card. How did this happen so quickly? How did you get sick and why? You're so young, we're so happy…
They're telling me you're dying, Rems. Sit up and tear those needles out of your arm, I know you hate needles, and run out of this damn hospital beside me. If you're too weak I'll take you in my arms. Just don't die. Not here, not now, not like this. It's not too late for you, Rems. We can try again to heal you with Warren's blood; I know how violently your body rejects it but maybe this is different. Maybe this time it will work.
I want to tear my heart out and give it to you. It can pump your blood instead of mine. Maybe it would grow back, or maybe I would die, but it wouldn't mater as long as I died with you, in your arms.
I love you like I never knew I could.
We knew that eventually you'd die and I'd live forever on, until my age caught up to me at last- but not now. You're so young.
You were gonna go down fighting, remember? You were gonna die for a cause, not because your heart stopped doing its job and your blood turned hostile. That's not how it was gonna be.
We were gonna be young and in love forever, Rems.
What went wrong?
I don't want to say good-bye.