The cup of scalding coffee was placed on the table in front of me. I started at the dark liquid, wishing that I was that easy to adapt even when dumped into unfamiliar spaces. It has been almost a week since that dreadful evening. I haven't heard the voice nor spoke to my husband because he was still unconscious.
''Don't worry so much, Scarlett. Justin will be okay.'' My mother said as a means of comfort but it never worked. Nothing anybody said would bring me ease until I knew for myself that he was, in fact, okay and did not sustain any long term damage. Yes, his recovery would be lengthy but if there was some terminal damage, it would be the biggest strain he would have to ever endure. I did not want that for him. I could not bare to see him suffer anymore that I have already witnesse
