109. Which Life Matters More to You?
Dominic
The nurse is finishing the dressings, and meanwhile, my mind won't stop racing. The days begin to pass with exasperating slowness, as if time itself is mocking my impatience. Each dawn is a battle against the frustration of remaining bedridden in this damn bed, a prisoner in a body that hasn't healed yet.
I know the danger hasn't passed, that the k********g is just a chapter we've overcome, so I can't help but feel restless, but in this state, I can do nothing but stay alert. But I need to recover soon to be by her side. My soul cries out to be with her—close, at every moment, with every breath.
When Susy enters the room, the atmosphere changes completely. Everything seems to take on a new temperature, a different color, a new life. My body
