A few minutes go by, and his parents finally leave his room and you are able to go in the with him, alone. His pale face attached to a breathing mask, and his tattooed hands attached to tubes and wires unable to be counted on your fingers. You let out a sob and sat down in the chair beside him. It's quite, except for his breathing and the beeps of the heart monitor. You whisper apologies to him for not being able to stop this. You hold his hand and you kiss it softly on his finger tips
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