When I woke up, the pain in my left eye was so intense it felt as though it were being torn apart.
I couldn't tell whether it was day or night.
I couldn't even make out who was standing beside the bed.
The first voice I heard was Yari's.
"Nancy? You're awake? Nurse! Nurse, she's awake!"
A flurry of footsteps rushed into the room.
The monitor beside me began beeping rapidly.
Someone grabbed my hand.
His palm was burning hot, and his fingers closed tightly around mine.
Yari's voice sounded right beside my ear, raw and nasally.
"Nancy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm not leaving. I'll stay right here with you. I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you."
I said nothing.
I tried to pull my hand free, but he held on too tightly.
Even when I struggled, his
