"She'll be fine," the doctor assured again, then going quiet and allowing Ben to his thoughts. It was as though he knew Ben needed a moment.
He was glad Rita would be fine. But he would never be fine, not after having to watch her stagger from the force of the bullet which went through her left shoulder, thank God it didn't lodge and didn't destroy any nerves. The doctor said she'd heal nicely. He would never be fine after watching her fall and had not in time to catch her. That shit would remain in his memory until a sweet memory took its place. He could not be fine, knowing that his uncle was a killer. He had been ready to shoot him, his nephew, if not for Rita.
What the hell?
