Hey there, Lois.

I hope you're okay over there, wherever you are.

Of course, right here is the chest of yours, rising and falling before me.

So are the pale hands that I fell oh so hopelessly in love with before.

They are frail now. Weak. They are lifeless, though your cold blood runs through them all the same. They are delicate, as they always have been, but now, now they are delicate in a whole new way.

Here you are. Right before me.

Your heart is beating.

Only the monotonous noise of the monitor beside you to keep me company.

I hope you're okay over there, Lois.

Wherever you are.

Please return home safely.

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