After 4-5 weeks, you were up and around and on your way to see Peter. You had been ringing(calling) him to check up on him, with a small amount of luck. You were excited to finally see the love of your life again, yet you wanted to cry.
That gunshot wound looked fatal the first time you saw it. Just the recollection of it brought you to tears.
When you reached the hospital, you wiped your tears, you entered the hospital doors, then you asked for a Peter Tork.

"Room 410."

You made your way to room 410 and finally saw Peter after one and a half months. You tiptoed up to his bed and you looked at him for a little bit, then shook his shoulder to see if he was asleep.
His eyes opened slowly and he turned to face you. When his eyes finally got used to the light, he saw you and his face quickly beamed. You started laughing softly, then tears of joy were flowing down your cheeks as you reached down to hug him and gave him a little peck on the cheek. You took a breath and chuckled again.
You were so happy to see Peter again and to know he was okay.

At least you thought he was okay.

When you tried to jump into conversation, Peter started with;

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" That scared you a litle. Hopefully it was good news, so you kept a smile on your face.

"I might die soon."

"Oh, hey!! That's grea-"

Your smile quickly drooped into a frown as tears started to overflow your eyes again.

"Oh."

"Yeah. The doctors said I have this type of trauma that could kill m-"
Peter stopped explaining as he noticed you started crying uncontrollably as Peter sat up to hug you tightly. He started crying a little bit too, in fear of your pain.

"I don't want to spend my last days with you crying. Let's make these last days of my life the best days of my life. You dig?"
Peter told you as he let go of you and wiped the tears from your eyes and gave you a half-smile.

"Yeah." You smiled back at him and hugged him once more.

                          *

Peter was released from the hospital for a little bit a few weeks later.

You both spent the most of his remaining life together, laughing in the sun, always having fun, doing all those things, with only one string, to tie you down..

                          -

Peter had to go back to the hospital after a long period of time. A week later, you were in Pete's hospital room when all of a sudden, he fainted back onto his pillow and they called you out to go into the waiting room.

An hour later, one of the doctors came out to tell you what had happened.

Peter had died.

All of a sudden, you felt empty inside and you broke into tears.

The doctor said he(Peter) had told him(doctor) to give you something in memory of him; the doctor handed you an envelope.
You opened it up and took out a pretty yellow paper that read;

"Dear y/n,

I know I've always been considered a dummy towards other people, but you've thought of me differently. Even if there was one thing that I've ever done right in my life, it was when I gave my heart to you.

I love you, y/n.

  Always and forever yours, Peter Tork."

                         *fin