I managed to drop by. Not for long, but long enough to drag you into bed and rest my cool hand on your forehead, all the while you deliriously mumbled about how much you love me so fucking much, and then, almost crying, you hugged me till you fell asleep.
I sneaked out to go home when I made sure you were asleep, and left with a sweet kiss to your forehead before running back home in the rain and dark. As long as you're okay, it's all that matters. It's funny how attached we've grown over this insanely short period of time, but we understand our despair.
I'm just glad nothing bad happened to you. I wouldn't know what to do if anything had.