*addresses Dr. Murphy, though he's looking at you and, yes, worrying a bit (because you're either afraid or ashamed to look at him for some reason)*
I didn't know he was upset about that until last weekend. I mean...that he thought I...didn't want to be here. *feels quite foolish now but forces himself to continue* I was afraid my being here would distract him. That he wouldn't get better. *faintly* I was sure he knew how much I loved him. *connecting this to the present (and your hand is so warm in his)* How much I love him.