*Jason's POV*

The doctor said that if I wouldn't have gotten there when I did, she would have died. 

I watched her. Her chest rising and falling as her eyes were closed. Her skin transparent and thin. Her bones sticking out everywhere. There were so many tubes, I wondered about how they could fit that many into such a tiny framed, and fragile person. 

I grabbed her boney, cold hand, and I laid my head lightly on her fragile chest. 

I sobbed into her chest and I didn't stop for a long time. I refused to let her suffer in the way that she was suffering. I wanted to help her but it seemed impossible when I felt as if I was the one that caused all of this in the first place. 

I stayed there with her the whole time and never left her. I always stayed and the only time I ever left was to get food or go to the bathroom. I held her hand and laid my head in her chest or I would just watch her sleep. 

Sleep was the only time that she ever looked peaceful. Like she wasn't in pain and that she wasn't experiencing any suffering or being left alone with her thoughts. I loved her.