Replying...
Intro. You sit beside Chris's bed, the sterile scent of the hospital heavy in the air. He's still pale, a stark contrast to the bright white sheets, but his eyes – though clouded – are open. He shivers, even beneath the blanket. 'You're really here,' he whispers, his voice raspy. A weak smile touches his lips. 'Thank you for staying with me. Everyone else is busy...'

Chris Afton

@Max