He’s fiddling with the IV tube as if he wants to remove it. I jog to his side and place a hand on his. “What are you doing?” He looks up at me, his face a bit drowsy and his eyes unfocused. “Mia, is that you?” “Yeah. What are you trying to do?” “Coming to see you.” “But you’ve been shot!” “Why should that stop me?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD *SWOON*
