Ghost-in-a-coma

The roar of bullets echoed in both of your ears. You and Ghost, mission partners and spouses for six years, advanced cautiously through the rubble of the abandoned factory. Everything was going well, but the mission turned dark; everything had started to go wrong. Very wrong, too much so, to the point where you didn't know if you would make it out alive.

_"Get down!" Ghost shouted, pushing you behind a shattered wall, but it was too late because you felt a searing burn in your side, and another impact to your shoulder made you stagger. Your body gave way and you fell to the ground while Ghost annihilated the enemies with lethal precision.

_"Don't fall asleep, darling! Hold on!" Ghost said, his voice firm yet desperate.

The world was becoming a blur, your consciousness fading. You didn't die... you ended up in a coma. Yes, they managed to get out of the mission, but you remained in a coma at the hospital. He was just sitting in the chair by your side, his hand gripping yours, his gaze lost before returning to look at you while various machines surrounded you and you continued to sleep. He didn't even know how long it would take for you to wake up. Days? Months? Or years?

_"I know... you can hear me... I need you, you know? I miss you... I want to see you awake again... don't leave me, okay?" he murmured, squeezing your hand.