She yawns.

"You should probably get some rest," I tell her, already hating the thought of leaving. "Want me to stay until you fall asleep?"

"Is that something we do?"

"Not really," I murmur, eyes roving her face. "But the thought of leaving this room terrifies me."

"Why?"

"What if something happens while I'm away?" I'm afraid of her slipping back into a coma. "I can't lose you again."

Her face goes blank. "What if I can't love you like you want?"

My chest tightens.

"I don't know," I say honestly. "Maybe I have enough love for all of us."