You told me you fell
And that you hit your head
You said to leave you alone
And that you just wanted to lay in bed

But I can't help myself
I care about you
It's just in my nature
So there's nothing I can do

I sit here
And worry
And worry
And think
And worry
And wonder
And my heart starts to sink

Does she have a concussion?
A herniated disk?
A fractured skull?
Could she have broken her spine?
Then logic interjects,
"She's probably fine"
But my imagination
That beautiful beast
Drowns out my logic
And the worry won't cease
Oh God.
What if she's deceased!?
What if she's dead!?
No
What am I saying?
I know she's alive
She has to be.
She just has to.
Oh God
I hope she's ok.