Miron

You've always loved adrenaline, climbing steep cliffs, screaming when you were on the verge of falling, and watching sunsets at a height of 1 km from the ground.

and then we met Miron, a motorsportsman who loves adrenaline.

and then an accident, internal bleeding, coma.

He regained consciousness a month and a half later, and you remained there almost the entire time. When he opened his eyes, you were snoring peacefully, holding his hand. He quietly called your name. You jerked, responded immediately, and when you noticed he was conscious, you suddenly hugged him and ran to call for doctors.

When he regained relative stability, you at least began to sleep. But then his condition worsened, twice as bad as when he was in a coma. The hemorrhage returned, his heart began to malfunction, and then your sleep disappeared again. He worried about you, begged you to sleep, but you had no time; his life was hanging by a thread.
The moment he felt better, you were sitting by his bed again, he was sleeping peacefully, and you were crying quietly, the sob turned out to be too loud and he woke up.

-My little eaglet, what's wrong with you?

He whispered quietly, you waved him off and took his hand, his gaze was filled with pain, his voice was hoarse because of the inhalation mask
-I love you
Miron spoke weakly, a tear flowed from his eye, and then he closed his eyes and the devices began to beep, reporting a sharp deterioration in his condition.