Nadia managed to laugh slightly at his words and stared at him as if it was the first time seeing him. As if it was that moment she had seen him in the audience over a month ago, waiting to audition while she was dancing. "Right now I just want you to get better, David." She spoke, her voice trembling from tears that she was trying to suppress. "We can figure everything out after that. There's nothing more I want than to be with you and I realized that these past weeks." Her happiness, however, was still fragile and she feared he would disappear into thin air at any moment or announce that he had to leave after all. She was holding on to him as if her life depended on it. And in a way, it did.<br/><br/>David's doctor walked in to check on him and Nadia was forced to let go of him and step back so that she could examine him. But her eyes never left him and so when he was about to speak but seemed to slip away into a seizure, she began to panic. No, not like this. Not when she had just got him back. Why was life so cruel to her? While Nadia was petrified, Doctor Suden called the nurses to assist her and trying to stablize David. When she finally found her courage again she hurried to his side despite the nurses asking her to stay back. Her hand found his and she squeezed it, hoping to somehow bring him back through sheer love. Tears ran down her face as she watched him struggle, his consciousness slipping away. "Please don't leave me." She begged, her voice weak. "Please, David. I need you."<br/><br/>After several minutes, the nurses stood back and David had stopped moving. And still she held on to his hand, staring at him with her wide, teary eyes. She refused to let go and refused to admit that he would not come back to her anymore. The nurses gave her pitiful looks while doctor Suden checked his breathing and heartrate. "I am very sorry. He is well and has recovered remarkably, however sometimes the patient slips back into coma state." She looked over to Nadia who was squeezing David's hand in an obsessive manner, her knuckles white and her body shaking. "Please, Miss Talini. Recovery is a long and rocky road. We will do anything in our power to help him." The doctor straightened herself and ordered the nurses to monitor David as she walked over to Nadia and placed her hands on her shoulder to help her pull herself away from David's bed.<br/><br/>But as soon as she touched Nadia, the young woman pushed her away. "That's not good enough." She managed to say, her breathing uneven from crying. "How can you be so indifferent? Can't you see? He is suffering!" Something seemed to snap in her head as she turned to the doctor who tried to approach her again. But before being able to take even a step closer, Nadia grabbed hold of one of the small wheeled tables on top of which various instruments and medication had been placed. She knocked it over with impressive force, one she certainly hadn't demonstrated in front of David. And her face, her face that had always been so gentle, was cold and hard as ice. Two nurses grabbed hold of her arms and although she struggled with all she had, they managed to barely drag her out of the room and into the hallway. Doctor Suden followed them in order to have a word with Nadia.<br/><br/>"Right now I need you to calm down." She spoke calmly. "David's condition is somewhat under control. All we can do is wait and see for now. Please understand."<br/><br/>She was seated down on a bench. Nadia was breathing heavily, her eyes locked on the door of David's hospital room. The nurses said something about bringing her chamomile tea and a blanket before walking off. She gave no answer to the doctor, but seemed calm enough not to do anything foolish anymore. A strong deja-vu feeling had caused her to settle down and stop fighting. That moment she had knocked over that table inside David's hospital room... she could have sworn she had experienced something similar before.<br/><br/>Nadia sat on the bench for what seemed like hours. She hardly touched her tea or the blanket.  After a while she began feeling a bit ill herself, as if she had a fever, but she figured it was just all the stress she had been put under. At some point she eventually fell asleep on the bench, completely exhausted.