First, we feel. Then we fall.
~James Joyce~
Romano
She looked lifeless. Her face was white, her hair a tangled mess, the shirt unbuttoned but decently enough not to expose her cleavage. I stood beside the bed, my hands held on my chest, with worry swirling through my mind. It had been two days since I found her, two long days of not knowing the horrors she had gone through.
"Why the hell is she not awake yet?" I bellowed at the woman standing opposite me, a stethoscope around her neck. She looked up at me, her eyes trying to avoid mine, she made a gesture with her head, and I wasn't sure whether it was a nod or shaking her head.
She was always jumpy in my presence, looking like a scared cat
