Doctor Kim looked at me in the eyes, making me really uncomfortable.
"Mr. Wang was shot in the neck with a .42 magnum and he went to a 6 hour surgery. He was unbelievably lucky, the bullet missed his jugular vein by only three millimeters. If it had hit it, he would've been dead ages ago. Unfortunately, due to the lack of blood, he fell into a deep coma immediately after the surgery, and we do not know when or if he'll wake up."
The room went dead silent for a long time as I processed everything in my head.
My Jackson is alive. He is fucking alive.
No more tears fell out, I was unbelievably happy. My heart felt as if it could explode from the firey feeling growing inside of me.
But the spark of happiness was quickly put out.
Jackson is unresponsive. In a coma. Out of my reach.
Dr. Kim rubbed my hand soothingly. To him, this must be a routine, which made me feel worse. He doesn't feel sorry for me, this is an everyday thing, comforting overreacting patients.
I got angry at myself for thinking that and bit my tongue for punishment, which made my eyes water.
Dr. Kim let go of my hand and checked everything again.
"You have no physical trauma, a couple of bruised here and there, but no broken bones. Concider yourself lucky, Mark." He smiled.
"You are free to go home."
"Fuck no! I'm not leaving Jackson! Where is he?"
"Room 25. You can visit him anytime."
Dr. Kim took off the IV pump and left the room so I could change into my own clothes.
I had to take the hospital's shirt, as my shirt was ripped and taken for evidence. I was informed that the police would come and talk with me in a couple of hours, once I have calmed down enough.
With a blank face I left the room.
This has got to be a nightmare.
Sorry the chapter is so short, but I didn't have the time to write it any longer due to family emergency and I didn't want to disappear for another month and leave you all on the edge.
