You laid in the hospital bed as the heart monitor beeped. You were recently in a car accident and you got the worse injuries. Everyone in the school has either sent you a card or personally visited you. Goth walked in with a case of flowers in his hands.

You glanced over and smiled at Goth. "Hey book worm." You croaked with a grin. "Hi butt face." Goth replied with a warm smile. Goth placed the vase on the table and sat on the chair next to the bed. "When will you get out?" Goth asked.

"Two months." You answered. Goth nodded before he held your hand. You laced your fingers between his before smiling at Goth. "I'm ok Goth. I promise." You reassured confidently. Goth smiled before kissing your knuckles. "Don't you dare die on me, we still have to run away to Paris." Goth said playfully.

"Ah yes. The dream we had since middle school." You replied with some attitude. Goth smiled before tears came to his eyesockets and he frowned. "Gothy? Baby?" You said before Goth placed his right hand on your cheek. "D..don't leave me." Goth seemed to beg as he whimpered.

You placed your hand over his and smiled warmly. "I won't baby. I won't leave you." You said before kissing Goth's forehead. Goth smiled before he kissed you. You kissed back before pulling away. "Don't you have a library to clean?" You teased. "Don't you habe surgery to get done?" Goth replied. You both laughed before hugging eachother.