It was just Mark and me in the room with the incessant beeping. Before the beeping was reassuring, letting me know Mark was still alive. Now with everyone gone, it was the most prevalent noise. Beep. Beep. Beep. Mark was still asleep. I felt a deep longing for him. The beeping was just a constant reminder he still wasn't awake.
I moved to Mark’s bedside and sat on the bed with him. My fingers brushed his cheek, and his skin was cool. It wasn’t as cold as it was when we were outside, but it was still too cold. It wasn’t the warmth I had fallen asleep to many nights ago. It had been much too long since I had been surrounded by Mark’s warmth, and my body ached for that feeling again.
I stroked his hair back out of his sunken eyes. He still had a bruise above his cheekbone and a split lip. T
