He rushed,
His hands trembling.
Finally she came back,
After weeks she had left.

The door open with a thud,
The whirring sound clear and loud.
The tubes were tangled
Piercing into her pale skin.

Weak and sick.

Yet her heavy eyes gaze upon him.
His nose flaring,
Their hands lacing, thumb caressing.
"It's okay. I'm here, see?"

He believed her, he always are.