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p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"Nothing. Nothing was working. Law stared down at his sleeping S/O, who appeared to be in a coma for unknown reasons. Which, as a doctor was incredibly frustrating. And as a boyfriend, incredibly heartbreaking. He had tried everything he knew to try and wake them, checked and doubled checked every book, and had even gone as far as to ask other doctors for their unhelpful opinions. He was just about glaring holes into S/O's charts, there was nothing new. This kind of thing doesn't just happen. There has to be a reason… there is always a reason. Law spent all day looking over the charts and examining S/O's body and trying new things to get them to wake up. He was starting to think he would have to start more risking things to wake them up. He spent all night just sitting by their bedside, staring at their unawakened body. This was killing him, he never showed it, but he loves S/O. Gosh, he wished he had shown it more. S/O deserved better than a man who was to prideful too show them love. Of course, he knew that S/O had known what they were getting into when they decided to start dating. But that didn't make him feel any less guilty. And that guilt was starting to show on his face. Taking their hand in his, Law touched their hand to his chest. Holding their hand close, "You need to wake up…" nobody could see the tears about to spill from his eyes, "because I can't do this without you." And he swore he felt their hand twitch./p
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p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"Nothing. Nothing was working. Law stared down at his sleeping S/O, who appeared to be in a coma for unknown reasons. Which, as a doctor was incredibly frustrating. And as a boyfriend, incredibly heartbreaking. He had tried everything he knew to try and wake them, checked and doubled checked every book, and had even gone as far as to ask other doctors for their unhelpful opinions. He was just about glaring holes into S/O's charts, there was nothing new. This kind of thing doesn't just happen. There has to be a reason… there is always a reason. Law spent all day looking over the charts and examining S/O's body and trying new things to get them to wake up. He was starting to think he would have to start more risking things to wake them up. He spent all night just sitting by their bedside, staring at their unawakened body. This was killing him, he never showed it, but he loves S/O. Gosh, he wished he had shown it more. S/O deserved better than a man who was to prideful too show them love. Of course, he knew that S/O had known what they were getting into when they decided to start dating. But that didn't make him feel any less guilty. And that guilt was starting to show on his face. Taking their hand in his, Law touched their hand to his chest. Holding their hand close, "You need to wake up…" nobody could see the tears about to spill from his eyes, "because I can't do this without you." And he swore he felt their hand twitch./p