She was dying. Slowly, inexorably, he was losing her.
Every day he saw her getting more tired, hurting a little more.
Every day he woke and she was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief. He vowed to protect her to the best of his ability, to love her with all that he was, to make her happy for as long as she was with him.
His love, his Laura was dying.
The only way she could be saved was by the mercy of the Gods he did not believe in.
He could not lose her.
But he would.