Kevin wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Oh Sara…I thought I’d lost you!” he whispered, crying harder.

“I was dead.” I muttered. “But I heard a voice in my dream-It pulled me back…Why did you bother?”

Kevin’s eyes widened, startled. “What do you mean why?” he asked.
“I heard you talking…” I said softly. “You told Nick your ex told you to break up with me…And I heard you say ‘of course’…” Kevin stared at me. “I didn’t want you to leave m-” Kevin placed his lips over mine, silencing me.

“You have that little faith in me?” he asked quietly.

“No, but-” He kissed me again.

“I said of course not !” I stared at him as he said this.

“Oh-So you don’t want to leave me?” I asked, unbelieveing.

“Never.” Kevin said, kissing me once again. When he pulled away, I finally noticed how pale his face was and how unhealthy he looked.

“I liked your song…” I whispered. “Now, it’s my turn.”  

I gently pulled him onto my hospital bed with me and lay his head on my chest, singing a soft lullaby my mom used to sing when I wasn’t feeling well. His eyes gradually closed and I heard him whisper “Don’t ever leave me again…” before falling asleep with the gentle rising and falling of my chest and my quiet song. I fingered a curl of his hair, then kissed the top of his head before falling asleep as well.

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Kevin woke up the next morning, looking a little better then he did. I was already up and absentmindedly running my fingers up and down his back. He smiled weakly at me, and I noticed that his skin was still pale.

“You need to eat Kev!” I said sternly.

“No…I won’t leave you…” he said, shaking his head.

“You’ve made yourself sick!” I cried.

“I’m not…going anywhere.” Kevin said, and still he did not move. I sighed.

“Fine. At least let me call for some food for you!” I pleaded. Kevin nodded reluctantly.

“Okay…But I won’t leave this room…Until you leave with me!” he said, sternly as he could with no energy.  

I smiled a little, then picked up my cell phone and called Rachel.

“Hello?” came her voice.

“Hello Rachel, it’s Sara. Can you pick up some food for Kevin? He hasn’t eaten in a long time…” I ask.

“Yeah sure-Wait-SARA?!” But I had already hung up.

“Rachel’s bringing you some food Kev…” I said, placing a hand on his cheek. “And you will eat every last scrap.”

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Everyone was excited I was alive, and for a while, my hospital room was buzzing with activity. When Rachel finally left to get Kevin some food, I kicked everyone else out so that he could eat.

He ate slowly, but I could tell he was hungry. I asked him what had happened to me to put me here, and he told me about the accident. I could tell it upset him a little to talk about, so I let the matter rest. I got up to go to the bathroom and wash my face, at least to wake me up a little. It hurt to walk…
I got back and Kevin was sitting at the end of the hospital bed. I sat in front of him and he smiled, looking almost smug. I had no idea why…

“What?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You missed a spot…” he whispered, meaning my face.

“Huh? Where?” I asked. He leaned toward me.

“Right here…” he answered softly, licking my bottom lip. I turned red.

“Kevin…” Then his lips were at my ear.

“I haven’t gotten to really kiss you in nearly a week…At least let me-” I kissed him quickly, silencing him.

“I wasn’t objecting…” I whispered, licking my lips. “Kevin, be my medicine…”

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2 days later, I was allowed to go home. Gradually, it stopped hurting to walk, and Kevin was always there to help me. One day, when I was feeling particularly restless, I poked Kevin, who was laying next to me.

“Keeeevvvviiinnnn!” I whined playfully. “I wanna plllaaaayyyy!”

“Play what?” he asked drowsily, trying to hold back a smile.

“Guitar Hero! I haven’t played in so long!”

“Sara…It’s early!” he muttered, laying a hand over his eyes. I poked him in the chest again.

“Please?” I asked in a baby voice. He removed his hand and opened one eye.

“Fine. But I get to pick the first song!”