Rowan
I was staring at my wife. She’s been sleeping for almost a week under the influence of meds. Her dad came yesterday after we settled the case. He agreed with the doctor’s treatment when he checked her clipboard and talked to the male. He said Sofea’s body was recuperating well and the small concussion she had from her abdu*tion, needed time to heal.
Even if I do miss her smiles and laughter, I waited.
Even if it means I have to wait a long time like before, I will.
I felt like a failure when this happened again. As if the past was replaying and taunting me in this age. Sofea in the hospital, in a coma due to me. And Ryan too. Hospitalized, except he wasn’t in a coma this time.
“Healing while sleeping is better than when she’s aware and awake,” he tapped my shoulder with a small
