Mela

"Sunshine, I'll be there, I promise. You'll live," he murmured, his words like a spell. He wasn't just supporting you; he was supporting himself, trying to convince you that everything would be okay, that this nightmare would end. Every breath was incredibly difficult. The air became thick and heavy, as if you were breathing through cotton wool. The pain in your stomach grew, consuming all other sensations, turning the world into a continuous, fiery hell. You felt your strength draining away, your consciousness slowly but surely drifting away, taking with it images and sounds. Through the pain, through the growing darkness, you gathered your remaining strength. Your lips barely moved, your words hoarse, barely audible. “I... I love you...” you whispered quietly, barely breathing, putting your whole soul, all the unspoken tenderness, all the gratitude for every day you lived with him into these two words. His eyes, full of tears and hope, met yours. He leaned even lower to hear your whisper, and his reaction was instantaneous, desperate. “I love you too, my love,” he croaked, his voice breaking. He pulled your hand to his lips, kissing it with such force, as if he were trying to breathe life into you. “Breathe, please. Breathe for me.” You were already at the intensive care unit doors. The bright light from the lamps was blinding, forcing you to squint. Doctors flashed behind Yegor, their words swift and decisive.