'Do you even -- know? No, of course you don't.'

She pulls his gaze back to hers, searching his eyes. Her voice is quiet, rough from crying, and pitched low.

'You came to me. While I was lying in hospital, in a coma. You came to me then, and so many times after. I never knew why I wasn't scared out of my mind. But it was you, I know that now. It was always you.'