Several weeks have passed since the accident.
We came every day.
She still doesn't wake up.
She's always there, she lies blissfully calm in that damned hospital bed, but inside her she's fighting a war for survival that promises to be anything but peaceful.
Her life is attached to a machine, to a very thin thread.
One of the doctors tried to live with it, let it go, unplug.
We broke bones in both his arms.
We will not abandon her.
Never.
Even if she has to stay there for a month, a year or even forever..
we will be here,
with her
Today and Sunday, is our day off and also the doctors have given up on the idea of making us respect the visiting hours so we can stay with her all day.
Crispus
Today it's been eight weeks since the accident.
Theron is...
different,
he is always tense, agitated, he gets angry even with just a question.
He's usually grumpy and cold but I've never seen him like this..
She changed him.
He had never shown obvious signs of affection,
but with her...
while remaining the usual mangy man, he takes care of her.
He comes here every day and constantly checks her medical records to see even the slightest improvement.
It arrived yesterday just after lunch and is still here.
He's resting half on the chair next to her bed and half on her chest, enough to the side to let her breath and not to hurt her.
As soon as we enter we look at him worriedly.
A tear rolls down his cheek.
Theron doesn't cry...
Never.
Not even as a child.
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Soldiers
RomanceThis text (which I hope will become my first book) has been entirely written by me. I kindly ask anyone who reads it not to copy it or pretend that it is theirs. I wrote it in two versions, one in Italian and one in English. I highly recommend the E...
