NATALIA
The room was quiet after everyone left. The door clicked shut and the only sound left was the beeping of the machine next to my bed. I lay there staring at the white ceiling, my left arm throbbing under the bandage. The pain was not as sharp as before, but it was still there, reminding me of everything that had happened - the ice cream shop, the loud bang, Wesley’s arms around me, and the blood. It all came back in pieces, and each piece made my chest feel tighter.
I tried to sit up a little, but the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my arm. I winced and lay back down. My mind would not stop spinning. The doctor had said the bullet only hit my arm and I was very lucky.
That was what everyone kept telling me - that I was lucky. However, I did not feel lucky. The lie I h
