THIRD PERSON POV
Bianca was lying on the bed, something strapped to her right arm, and the machine beeping softly while John sat there, holding onto her left hand like it was all he needed to breathe, his chest was heavy, and his breathing rough with every second that day. The doctor had said she was lucky and that she had a close call with death.
“She should wake up soon.” He had informed before leaving the room to attend to other patients.
And so John held onto that hope and vowed never to leave her side.
“Please wake up, love.” He mumbled under his breath, his fingers shaking as he moved some strands of hair away from her face to avoid her being in discomfort.
His eyes rested on her cracked, dry lips, and tears stung his eyelids. She looked so peaceful. Bianca was a sweet soul who didn't deserve all this.
The door slid open, but he didn't raise his head to look in that direction.
“She isn't waking up, doctor.” His voice trembled slightly like a cold leaf while trying to brace hims
