Just when I thought it's the start of liberty from work, it is actually the start of the nightmare.

I dare not think of the consequences.
I feel so scared in the cold ward.
The machines and the medication on him.
I broke down when I thought I can be strong enough to hold back my tears.
The pain he felt was tremendous,
too much for one to take.

I wish I was the one there.
I don't mind if my life will be shorten if he can pull through.
I hope he can stand up and nag/ scold me.
I just don't want to see you lying there, cannot even recognising us no mater how hard we tried to call you.

No matter how much I've hated you, all the hatred is gone when it's on the brink of losing you.
So please don't take him away from us.