It has been an endless wait.
Galland has not come to yet, to say that my nerves are not killing me would be such a lie. I am being tormented by thoughts that should not be running through my mind. Clark, who is still very much here and much to the annoyance of the doctor, refusing to move. She is yet to see the determination of a Marine.
But is it a determination that is beginning to falter? No. What is beginning to falter is that I have not phoned Isabella as I told her I would. I am sure the woman is beside herself. So it is very reluctantly that I step away from Galland's side to go call her.
Though before I can even think of swiping up and dialing her number, I need to gather my composure. She cannot hear that I am falling apart, not truly falling apart, but my mind is not where it should be.
