“How is he?”
This was the first question I asked the nurse when she entered my room, carrying my food again. Lunch.
The last thing I remembered was collapsing from dizziness after seeing Alonzo's blood spread across the carpeted floor. Damn, I didn't even know what happened to him or why. I wanted to leave my room to check on Alonzo, but every time I tried, my knees shook uncontrollably. At this point, I really felt useless.
My fears and doubts are always blocking my steps.
I watched the nurse as she placed the food on the bedside table. I couldn't even bring myself to look at it because the only thing I wanted to hear from her was news about Alonzo.
“You need to eat, ma’am,” the nurse said, ignoring my question.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to eat. What I want right now is to know
