"M'sorry," I murmur, all but ignoring her question. Painkillers and doctors -- not two of my favorite things in the multiverse, that's for sure, especially as I've somehow got a feeling that my days of downing a bottle of Tylenol and calling it good enough are behind me. "I just... I love you so much, and I can't-- Seeing you so..."

My breath catches in my throat, tears slipping free from under closed eyes to roll down my face. "You can't blame yourself, alright? 'Cause I swear to God, Mary Jane, that that hurts more than... Than all of this... Just please. Don't."