I went into William's treatment room. The doctor said he'd be fine, and only he couldn't be involved in field surgery for quite a long time. Thank goodness I breathed a sigh of relief hearing that. The bullet didn't tear his artery, but it did penetrate. The muscle damage must have been quite long. It will take time to recover fully.
He seems to be asleep because the anaesthetic is still affecting him post-surgery. The patient's clothes have been changed. I took a chair and sat there holding his warm left hand.
After a while apart from him, I miss him. I already put my heart on him. Since the incident in Mumbai, I knew I had lost. He may have given up at the time, but he gave up trying to make me give up my heart.
Someone suddenly entered. Beautiful girl wearing doctor clothes. Who? I am standing.
"Hey, who are you? Are you William's girlfriend?" I don't know what to answer. I haven't even spoken that far.
