—Micah—
I suddenly woke up when I felt something wasn't right. I reached my chest where my heart is located as I turned my head to the window. Melissa seemed to notice me as she sat up and reached my hand.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Luke… there's something wrong. I need to know about my husband's condition."
"But they are still probably in war," Melissa said. "I know you are worried. Let's wait a bit?"
I knew that there's something wrong. I shook my head and bit my lip.
"It pains here." I pointed to my chest. "And here," I pointed the spot between my ribs. "Something bad happened to him."
"It's three in the morning and the guards won't let us leave," Melissa said. She slipped off from the bed and went to the table as she poured the pitcher into the glasses. She approached me and gave me one. I sipped on it and exhaled slowly, thinking about my Luke.
"I'll wait until, later…" I told her.
