He sat there, for hours, just listening to her breathing.
Smooth and steady, it comforted him. Nothing else could do that.
Not at this time in his life. With all of the unsteadyness, and turmoil,
she was his only hope.
She was all that he asked for, nothing he didn't. They fit, like pieces of a puzzle.
He slid his arm around her, pulling her close. Her gentle moans told him that she was sleeping,
and her smile told him that she was happy, content. Caressing her hair, he stared at her.
It never ceased to amaze him. She was there. So beautiful. In his arms. How could he
be so blessed?
Bleeding, for you.