[His hand serves to warm the coldness in her bony fingers. She can feel the roughness of his callused palm on the back of her hand and she wonders if it could possibly be real. Is he here? Alive and beside her? Has he truly come back? Fear's kept her paralyzed until now. Her eyelids flutter a bit as she tries to force herself to banish the darkness. The light in her hospital room is almost blinding so she has to squint, trying to adjust. The edges of her vision remain blurred but she can make out the shape of a man at her bedside. She doesn't have to see clearly to know it's him. She knows how to look with her heart.]
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I missed you.