Won't Give Up [Book 4]

March 1st

March 1st.

Hiccup.
I am writing you letters. I am writing about what you will miss. I write about what is going on in the world when you are currently aren't living your life right at the moment.
Why must this happen to you? I didn't want to believe what they said. You are in a coma.
Again.
You had to go into surgery. You didn't lose another limb. You had a collapsed lung. Fractured wrist. Stitches on you forehead. A few broken ribs.
Your heart stopped. Three times in 24 hours. Do you know how much this scares me?
One of these times, your heart will stop and the won't be able to start it. And I will hear about this and I won't know what to do. I won't know what to do with myself and I won't know how to process.
You have to wake up, Hiccup.
I need you with me.
I feel lost without you here to reassure me that everything is going to be okay.
When in reality, I break down while you lay on that bed. I won't know if you will make it. For I try to tell myself that you are going to be okay.
I know that you would never leave me if you could help it.
I haven't felt so alone.

Love,
Astrid