Shaking, he runs into the hospital huffing for breath. Dashing up the flight of stairs he hears a voice yelling for him.

“Sir there are no visitors allowed now please come back!”

The voice only makes him run faster until he's face-to-face with a door. Room 201. That's where she was. He raises his clammy hands but falters as he tries to push them against the door knob. Pressing his last bits of hope down on his fingertips he uses the last of his courage to open the door.

Fear shoots through his spine as he sees the state of the person he loved.

Hooked up with tubes all over her, the love of his life was barely recognizable if not for her iconic hazel hair.

“Winifrey...”

He whispers her name to himself in disbelief, it was all his fault. All because of him she was suffering so terribly. He walks to the side of her cold hospital bed and places his hand on hers. Her hands were cold and lifeless, a feeling he hated but knew all too well.

The feeling of coldness radiated from the many lifeless corpses he created. He hated how at the end of the day, being a superhero meant risking lives to save lives. Lives just as precious as the one he may lose today.

“...Is that you?” whispers Winfrey in agony.

“Yes, yes it is,” he responds unable to look at her old dead eyes.

“Winfrey” he started, “Winfrey this is all my fault! I'm sorry I lied to you and put you in so much danger and I-”

He feels the mounds of tears begin to trickle down his scraped face. If only he was more careful if only he told Winfrey about his secret career early...If only-but it was too late for “if only”.

His tears won't save Winfrey, and he can't change the past.

“Don’t beat yourself up so much” Winfrey mumbles in pain as she uses her last bits of strength to wipe away his tears.

“What will blaming yourself do? Surely it couldn't bring me back”

“Winfrey, oh why is it that even on your deathbed you're still the one comforting me?” he chuckles to himself. “I'm just so selfish like that. Even when you try to make it work I always screw things up with all my lies. I don't deserve you, Winfrey, and you don't deserve this.”

“I'll admit it, you weren't always the best. Sometimes I wanted to leave you, but I know your soul. I knew you didn't tell me many things for a reason.”

“It doesn't matter though!” he raises his voice checking back his tears, “I was horrible to you. I'd leave you in the dark about so many things and I-”

His eyes catch sight of the silver ring on his finger. He remembers the day like it was yesterday, the day he and Winfrey promised to be together forever. They'd agreed to make every single moment count but look at them now.

Torn apart like the lumps of flesh on Winfrey’s raw skin. He knew he could never fix them he could never fix her. But he could be honest. It would hurt him, to be honest with her for the small bit of time they have left together.