Vincent sits beside you, holding your hand as you lay in the hospital bed, a look of deep concentration on his face. You're going to wake up soon. That much is clear. He can see your eyes rolling under their closed lids, your fingertips twitching against the bed. He says your name softly, his words just above a whisper as his heartbeat kicks up in anticipation. "Can you hear me? Wake up."
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