I Love You, Hazel

Slowly, I walked to the side of the bed, then put two fingers in front of his nostrils. The air intake was very minimal. I stood and removed the shirt I was wearing, then everything else, and wrapped a robe around myself.

I slowly got into the bed with him, pulling him as close to me as I could. I could feel his cold engulf me, and I let out a small shiver. I wrapped my arms around him, baring him a little of the robe so that his shoulders were exposed.

I saw the wound from burning off his tattoo of Catherine's name. It was dark, and a little wrinkled. I let my fingers graze it as I pulled the bedding around us and closed my eyes, hoping that the heat from my body would work enough to wake him.

Time passed and I had no idea how long, and he still wasn't waking. At this point, I had no body heat as I was freezing myself, and I slowly turned over, letting him go. He had regained colour in his lip and cheeks, but was mostly still apart from that.

It brought a ray of hope to me and I cov