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LILY The beeping never stops. It goes on and on; I want it to stop. More than anything, I want it to stop. I want my mate to wake up and rip these stupid monitors off himself. I want him to hold me; I want to feel him again. “Dai, you have to wake up. Liam needs you; the kids need you. Dai, I need you,” I whispered. My forehead rested on his arm; he wasn’t warm like he used to be. A single tear escaped my eyelids. I was losing hope that Azalea could do it. She came here every day, and I let myself hope each time that I would see his eyelids flutter. But then she would stop, not being allowed to push too far, and all that hope would crash down, further digging me into a grave of despair. I couldn’t be mad at my best friend. She was doing everything she could, but I could be mad at th