Simon paid no attention to the nurse as she came in to check up on April.  Whatever she said was of very little consequence to him.  Simon's world had contracted down to focus only on April lying before him.  "Has that husband of yours even come to visit, you yet?"  Simon spoke rhetorically even as he pondered it out loud.  "Chris doesn't deserve you, April.  A man who won't stay by his wife's bedside even when she's in a coma?"  He shook his head in disgust, all of this could have been avoided if he wasn't so intent on driving her away from his arms.<br/><br/>"Come back to me, April.  Come back to me.  You can't leave me behind, April"  Simon pleaded as despair began to sink into his heart.  "If you die, then what do I have to live for?"  Simon leaned over to kiss April on the forehead, the only piece of bare skin not taped or wrapped up in breathing tubes.