Sam woke up for the first time a day after she arrived at the hospital. Her vision was blurry, and her head was aching. The sadness was visible on her face.
"Are you feeling any sharp pain?"
Sam nodded sideways. The look on her face was for another reason. The nurses reassured her of her recovery, but her situation was still looking bleak. She dozed back, wondering what had happened to Desmond and if he was alright.
Sam woke up again 12 hours later, but this time she was feeling a lot better. She had enough strength to sit up straight and eat solid food. The doctor was surprised at her rate of recovery, but Sam didn't care about any of that.
"Where's Desmond?" she blurted out in the middle of a meal.
"Desmond? Oh, you mean your husband? Well, he's been watching over you all this time, but he said he had to go home and tend to a few things. I'm sure he'll be back soon.
