'Before giving up, think of the reasons you held on for so long.'
He hated himself for hating her for loving someone else. But at the same time, he hated himself for loving her even though she loved someone else.
What's wrong with me?
His doctors and nurses worried that his situation was deteriorating rapidly. He became placid, uninspired to get up and move, passively accepting that he would never really recover his voice.
He didn't want to leave the hospital.
He fell in love here.
His heart broke here.
Why would he leave?
"Obito, the doctor said if you don't improve they can't send you home. Please try and get better."
He silently stared at the ceiling.
"For me?"
And his eyes turned to her, her hands worryingly clenched on her lap.
For her.
So he tried. She smiled. The ring glinted forbiddingly in the evening light.