The next few days passed in the blink of an eye. Recovery was a hard process. There was nothing simple about it. Even though the war was over, the after effects still persisted. Even though Natasha was getting better and okay physically and trying her best to keep a smile through it all, I could see the way the entire experience had traumatised her mentally. She'd wake up in the middle of the night in panic and fear that the waking up in the hospital part could still be a dream, claiming she had had countless such dreams of me coming in and saving her before, sometimes making it hard for her to distinguish between reality and her hallucinations or dreams. She feared being alone. Or with anyone except me and her friend Samantha. It was two full days before Sam had to even accompany her to t
