Finger On It

MIKAYLA

I lay with my head on his chest while listening to his unstable heart. And I hear his breathing becoming deep and slow. I know now that he is falling asleep and I make sure that I play with my fingers as softly and tenderly as possible on his chest. I want to make him feel better in some way.

I need him to know that I am here for him that I am not going to leave him and that he is not going through this alone. I can not believe that the man that I am in love with is going to die. I need to do something. I can not just lay here and accept that he will not be here in a few days.

I stand up from the bed as quietly and slowly as possible. I want to have a look at his chart. I need to know more. As I stand up I look at the man lying in the bed. He is perfect in every way. His raven black hair and his beautiful blue eyes. His perfectly sculpted body and his gentle nature. These are all the things that a woman wants in a man. He can not possibly go away yet.