Finally after 3 days I felt better and not sleepy anymore. The infection was much worse than I imagined and my body had caught a high fever.
I woke up in between my sleep during the past three days and I could often hear People talking around me but I could never make out who was who.
I could feel Tristan many times too but I never saw him. I had no strength to open my eyes.
"Would you like to meet him?" Marilyn hesitantly asked me. She was sitting on the corner of the bed that I was partially sitting and laying on.
I knew she was talking about Tristan as much as it hurt that he had not come to visit me or I had not seen him but I understood it from work uncle Dawson had told me.
I looked out of the small window with grills on it. "I have not gone out for a long time. Perhaps to take a walk in the garden?" It was late in the evening and the sun was setting.
