B, I'm on my way, okay?

In the waiting room at the hospital waiting for word on Kurt...

Kurt's in hospital. Details when we get 'em.

It was Valentine's Day. It was supposed to be making up for what we missed on our first wedding anniversary. Was it too much to ask for just one day for us, where we didn't have to think about anything but us? Why couldn't we just have that?

I thought that dream I had was the worst ache through all this, but it wasn't. This was. This, when I really thought he was about to die in my arms. I can't take it. Hearing him gasping for breath like that, choking and grabbing at his throat, I wanted to put my hands over my ears and squeeze my eyes shut to just block out the pain of seeing him suffer like that. I thought it was the end. I really thought he was leaving me. And now he's lying here with a tube stuck in his throat and it feels like he's slipping away. I don't even know if he can hear me begging him to stay. I hope he can...

Is he even going to hang on? Can he hang on? Is it even fair to expect him to try?

But I can't live without him. I can't do any of this without him, and I just need him to keep fighting. This can't be the end. He's my husband, he's the love of my life, he's what lights up my world. I can't lose him. Dear God, please just let him come back to me. Don't end it like this.

Don't take him away. Please... please don't take him.