"So," he murmurs sleepily. "You finally admitted you love me."
A watery laugh escapes me instantly.
"You almost died. It slipped out."
His chest moves slightly with a weak laugh before he winces again.
"Worth it."
I pull back immediately to glare at him through teary eyes.
"Don't joke about dying."
His gaze softens as he looks at me and for a second neither of us says anything.
Then quietly…almost too quietly to hear…
"I love you too, little spit fire."
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The room is quiet, the only sounds are the soft beeping of the machines beside Zane's bed and the occasional footsteps passing outside the hallway. I lie curled carefully against his side, listening to his breathin, every now and then I still glance up just to make sure his chest is rising. It scares me how relieved that simple movement makes me feel.
Zane's fingers move lazily against my arm, jn a weak sickly weay but alive.
I close my eyes for a second, I should feel calmer now that he's okay and out of danger.
