She closed her eyes and opened them again, blinking up at the familiar face of her fear in a person, except this time, he had a big smile on his face, looking down at her and kissing her hand.
She didn't die then. But it felt like she was this close.
He was muttering something she couldn't make out, his lips against her fingers feeling surprisingly warm.
"Maestro?"
"Maya"
Her curiosity died. Yeah, he was the one; she wasn't mistaken.
Her head felt like thousands of monkeys were going wild on a trampoline in it, and it made her wince.
"I'll be back," he muttered against her hand again. and was gone; she heard the door open and close. She was surprised to see him beside her again.
"How do you feel, Maya?" He asked her, not allowing her to talk before he was muttering again, "I thought I had lost you, damnit! Don't you ever do this to me again?"
She swallowed hard, wondering why her body refused to give up when she wanted it to. Even in her coma, she had felt and heard him, and with the
