The next morning when I woke, you were still sleeping peacefully by my side. Lifting myself up on my elbows, I brushed a strand of stray hair from your face and I couldn't help but wish I could do that everyday. Maybe not in a hospital bed but if that's what I had to do, I would have.
I decided to not bother you and stood up, brushing myself off before heading towards the door. I took one last glance at you and with that, I left.
You awoke hours later, screaming from a nightmare. Or I thought it was at least. The doctors around me sighed and turned to me. "Baekhyun, why don't you go alone this time?"

I nodded, immediately scrambling up to my feet. I ran to your room and knocked on it in no particular rhythm. When you kept screaming, I opened the door to find you sitting up on the bed. Your screams were quieter than yesterday's but they still seemed to be distraught. Worried out of my mind, I rushed over to your bedside and took your hand in mine. My other hand found its way into my pocket to take out another sweet. I unwrapped it quickly and held it to your mouth, trying to stop your screams. As soon as your screams died down, I slipped the sweet into your mouth and waited for it to dissolve.
When you opened your mouth to speak, or maybe scream, I had to stop you because I already knew that you wouldn't be able to speak at all. "Shhh.. I'm going to go get a wheelchair and we'll go outside to talk, alright?"
You nodded.