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."
