The room is almost silent, only the rhythimic inhalations and exhalations of our breathing and the indistinct buzz of the flourescent light above the bed can be heard. Changing positions I shatter the silence, the leather of the chair creaks and pops, reverberating through the room like gunshots. Have I disturbed him? Quickly glancing over, I can see that my movements and the ensuing noise has not caused him to stir. I do not want to disturb him, yet I want to be with him and him to be with me. My eyes focus on his hand, the strong hand that h ....