Iestyn stepped cautiously into the room, feeling a sick dread when he saw the drip and the oxygen mask and heart monitors. He'd hoped to never have to see Addy looking so miserable again.
There were still traces of makeup around Iestyn's eyes and hairline. Makeup was hard to get off properly with water and paper towels. He crept forward to the chair next to her bed, and took her hand. "Addy," he croaked, and tried not to cry. "Everyone sends their love."