"Papa, how is she responding?"
"Better, son. Much better." I responding, caressing her hand.
"That's great to hear, the doc said you wanted to see me," he said, pulling a seat across me.
"Yes, I need you to put more security here and no one with any form of illness is to step in here. she might be waking up soon, so someone needs to be in here to check on her every twenty minutes."
"Alright, I'll get on it."
"Did I ever tell you how I met your mother?"
"I think you mentioned that your partner had shot her?"
I nodded. "He did, I gave him the permission to, she was just supposed to carry the objective unknowingly, and if we wanted we would get it back. This woman was something else."
"More like is." he snorted.
