I was right in front of the hospital building looking like I had been struck by lightening and terrified to my wits by thunder, and still had enough andrenaline to run a hundred mile race without reducing my speed at any point. I made a point to look as calm and collected as I walked up to the nurse at the reception and asked if Michael was awake. A small part of me wished that he was still unconscious so that I could go back, have enough time to recollect myself before facing him so I wouldn't have a breakdown in front of him.
"No, he hasn't regained consciousness yet." The nurse told me and I felt better. It was bad that I wished him unconscious. But it would be better for the both of us, at least for the time being. I just needed a night alone.
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