Why. Me.

So. I'm at the hospital by myself... I'm going to be a cripple like you were last summer. When I met you... Here's an idea. You can come meet me.... Maybe you will like me... Maybe not. This sucks. I hate hospitals. So. I'm covered in hurts. I've never been put under before... I'm scared. I miss you. Like always. I want a hug. To smell my favourite smell. My feel you skin.. To know you love me. With not one doubt.