[Margaret's Perspective]
Donald reached out and hugged me. He didn't say anything more. I leaned against him longingly. This was more than a thousand words.
I sniffed and smelled blood on Donald.
I immediately became nervous. I wanted to distance myself from Donald to see how he was and if he was injured. However, just as I was about to move, I felt Donald hug me even harder in his arms. His strength seemed to crush me into his body.
I wrapped my arms around his back and patted him gently on the back, realizing that in this short day and night, I wasn't the only one who was afraid. Donald was. He must be even more nervous than I was.
"Don't move." Donald's deep voice vibrated in my eardrums. "Thank God you're okay. This is great."
I was about to cry from Donald's words. This was what I had just thought. We thought of the same thing. We were destined to be tied together. No external thing or tribulation could separate us.
