Five days. It's been five days since Ocean collapsed. Five days of sitting in this chair, holding his hand, watching him fight for his life. Five days of hell. I've lost track of time. Don't know if it's day or night anymore. The curtains are drawn. The lights are dim. Everything exists in this gray twilight state where nothing feels real. Except the fear. That feels real. Ocean is still unconscious. Still burning with fever. The doctor says his body is fighting. That he's strong. That he has a chance. But it's been five days. Five days and he hasn't opened his eyes. Hasn't squeezed my hand back. Hasn't said my name. I'm starting to lose hope. "Lola, you need to eat." Hannah is here again. She's been coming every few hours, trying to get me to take care of myself. "I'm not hungry." "You haven't eaten anything substantial in three days. You're going to collapse." "I don't care." "Well I care. Ocean would care." Hannah sets a plate down on the table. "Just a f
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