I stayed next to Roman's side for the better part of what was left of the night until dawn had broken. His breathing stayed the same throughout the time I had sat next to him, shallow and slow.
The feelings in my chest continued to bubble and wreak havoc on my mental state. On one hand, I was happy that Roman was safe and in protective company. On the other, I wanted to hit him for not being careful during his mission.
It was cruel of me to want to want to do that in his current state, so I got up for a little while and took a long solemn walk around the hospital and the outside grounds, of course, accompanied by some security.
Marcus and Ed had stationed some of the agents outside of the hospital building and even directly outside Roman's room in an attempt to keep him safe while he healed. I was both glad and angry at this arrangement.
