I was standing by the door, at the entrance. Alex had walked in and took a seat on one of the two chairs kept there for visitors.
I was just taking in the whole scene from where I was standing. He was lying on the bed still, immobile with tubes connected to every hole on his body. He looked at peace, like he was sleeping. I could see a few bruise and cut on his face and arm other than that, he looked good with not much damage. But I knew better. I mean according to what Alex said most of the injuries he had sustained were internal ones.
I didn't know why I was standing by the door like a guard. I just couldn't move an further than I already did. My legs felt heavy like I couldn't lift them. As crazy as it sounds my heart was breaking just seeing him there laying like that injured, vulne
