Then Mantovani groaned, and lifting the lips that had been cracked, fluttered his eyelids, and gazed at me through green eyes, opaque with pain and morphine that met my eyes across the room. "Candice..." Something in me was struck by the sound of my name, weak, raspy, but alive, out of him, and I came forward and passed the doctor and kneeling by the bed, pressed his cold hand between both of mine, and touched his cheek. I am here, love; here, I said, crying over his knuckles, you are not leaving me. Not after everything." his fingers were twitching in mine, the faintest squeeze, his lips drew up in the semblance of a smile, his voice having scarcely been audible, "Told you... I'd always... come back..." It cost him, as he was hitching his breath, his monitors spiking once more, and the doctor swearing in his heart, He is tachycardic--ready another shock should he crash.I pressed my forehead more against his, my breath in his, saying the things we had promised each other i
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