Mack's pov

I woke up to a beeping sound. I was confused before I realized I was in the hospital still. I looked out the window and realized that it was dark out. The clock read 1:46 am. I saw that Taylor had gone home but colby was still dying at my side. Everything was quiet and still. I got up softly and walked over to the window. Luckily the IV had been taken out while I was sleeping. I got close to the window wall and watched as a flash of lightning illuminated the sky that turned purple. The soft sound of rain filled my ears. I looked over the city. Everything was so gentle at this hour. I felt two hands touch my shoulder.

"You okay?" Colby whispered

"Yeah," I smiled putting my hand over his.

He put his chin in my head and wrapped his arms around me. His warm touch faded away the coldness of the storm.

"You're quiet. What's in your mind?" He asked softly

"I'm not perfect," I admitted "I mean for gods sake I can die just because I don't drink enough water,"

"Hey don't say that," his tone gentle

"I'm imperfect Colby,"

"Imperfect spells I'm perfect,"

"I'm not perfect,"

"You are to me. So say it,"

"Say what?"

"You know what,"

"Imperfect spells I'm perfect,"