Love is an open door

You wake up to a man kneeling over you, he is sweating as he shakes you. “Wake up” he mummbles over and over again. You are weak, you can’t move. Can’t even open your eyes. You want to tell him you are okay. “Wake up. Please!” He says again. The man sighs. “No, no, no, no.” He says, wincing in pain as he stands up.