She was able to yell too. "She doesn't matter, Tate! Don't you see?" She was crying, her eyes red and swollen, her voice cracking with every word. "We're together, that's what matters. If you still love me," she croaked, trying to sit up and look at him.
"If you still love me, then she didn't win, and who cares about her anyway? She'll just die or something and I just want to - Tate, I just want to be with you." She stood up, legs shaking, but managed to make it to his bed. "What did you do to your wrists? You said you'd stop."