I glanced at him.

Brahms...

I just stared at him as he wiped my hand with a small towel with cold water. I've been staring at him before and I've been watching him fix me. Nothing much was new to him, I noticed that he got a little taller again, his body also grew bigger and his face became more serious. When he noticed that I was staring at him, he stopped, he sat in the chair next to this bed. He gave me a half smile.

"Brahms," I called with my hoarse voice.

He tightened his grip on my hand and placed it on his cheek. I just turned...