Archer
I have been sitting next to her bed for the past two days, only moving when I needed a shower or to head to the bathroom. They have moved her from critical to her own private room where I at least get my own bed to sleep in next to her, but the fear that I might close my eyes and never see her again keeps me awake and in the chair next to her. My eyes are killing me, but I refuse to close them, not until hers open for me.
"Archer? You need some rest baby. Get in that bed that the doctors have given you and go to sleep." My mother says when she walks into the room. "I will keep an eye on her while you rest." I get that she is worried about me, but I am very much alive and not broken, while my fiancé is in this bed, broken and f*****g pregnant. I can still not get my mind wrapped a
