In-house Wrestling

A beeping sound overwhelms the interior of a classic hospital ward with walls painted white. Jake, in a white garment lies on the white bed in one piece, though an oxygen pipe is connected to his nostrils with bondages running around his waist and down his left leg.

Kate sits beside his bed wearing a sad hopeless grimace. It was easier to blame herself for the incident than blame the dying man so she took the pain on her. Her eyeballs, nourished by sadness, grows big in her eyes, unwaveringly staring at Jake's unconscious self.

After a few seconds Jake slowly opens his eyes and captures Kate's eyes staring at him extravagantly. "What're you doing?"

Kate's mind is blown back to reality as the words embrace her ears. "Oh my God, you're alive." She goes on her knees and crawls closer to his bed.

"What happened?" Jake coughs trying to sit up.

Kate pushes him back to a lying position, "You better stay down still you've fully recovered."

"I don't take orders from you," Jake freaks out even t