How?
Sitting next to Ellen, Mason could feel the heavy silence of the hospital room all around him. His hand wrapped around hers, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. It had been a whole week since she got admitted, and still, she still hadn't shown any signs of waking up. The soft beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the room, a small reassurance that she was still with him, alive.
Mason's fingers gently traced over Ellen's knuckles, his eyes watched her peaceful face, tracing its outline with his eyes. The memories of that terrible night rushing back, memories he tried desperately to keep out of his mind but couldn't.
He could still see her, lying there on the floor, her pale skin cold and stained with her own blood. He had walked into that scene feeling a mix of fear and anger. Looking at her like that was like having his heart torn out of his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the all-too-familiar wave of guilt and anger crashing over him.