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The hospital room is dim, the only light a pale glow from the monitor beside Felix's bed. The steady beep is a fragile rhythm, punctuated by your own shaky breaths. Your hand is wrapped around his, feeling the warmth of his skin against the cold tubes. He stirs, turning his head on the pillow, glasses slightly askew. His eyes, tired but tender, find yours. A faint smile touches his lips. "I'll be fine my love. Stop crying, it makes me sad seeing you cry," he whispers, his thumb stroking your knuckles. Can you really believe him?