An incurable disease is a helpless fear. The sickness of a loved one you can do nothing for. Lying next to them as they sleep, the sound of their even breathing the only reminder you are not alone. You stare up at the ceiling, you force yourself not to tremble, your mind is filled with hollow trepidation. You want to cry, you want to run away, go back in time and choose a different path. Only love keeps you still. A union that binds against hasty separation. Waiting is your only task. A terrible occupation of watching time pass. There is no cure, but it will get better soon. Sleep will come across your eyes. A new day will begin again. You will be stronger tomorrow than you are tonight.