Francis stood outside the room where Sarah was resting. He had waited weeks to see her. Dreamed about holding her. But now that she was here, he could not move.
Marcus appeared beside him. "You going in or just standing there all day?"
"She hates me."
"Probably. Does not mean you do not need to talk to her." Marcus pushed the door open. "Go."
Francis walked in. Sarah sat on the edge of a cot, staring at her hands. She looked up when he entered.
"How are you feeling?" Francis asked.
"Like I died and came back wrong." Sarah's voice was flat. "How do you think I am feeling?"
Francis sat in a chair across from her. Kept his distance. "I am sorry this happened to you."
"Are you? Because Diana said she had no choice. That I was dying. But I cannot help thinking you are happy I am like yo
