uconn medical center.

pulse ox: 11.
liver: failing
heart: failing
lungs: filled with water.

oh, yes. he almost drowned in whatever the hell filled his lungs. they can’t put him on oxygen because his blood wont circulate it anyway. they’re running tests and not getting answers.

"my parts are failing." he said to me. and how do you not cry?
"i’ll be fine, just for you." he whispered, too tired to even speak. how do you tell him you want him to stay, but at the same time, you don’t want him to hurt anymore? and how do you tell him not to make promises he doesn’t know he can keep?
i sent him kisses over the phone. "and a million more back to you."

i haven’t seen him in months.