THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 135's. The Chaos 3
"He will wake up as usual after the influence of the drug is gone. Boss will be in*dah* immediately to the regular room." Joshua told me. I'll wait for her, there are no refugees today, Martha can wait for me for a while. He's like this because he saved me.
"Why today, when it's your birthday. Can't we celebrate..." I talked to him myself.
It had been over twenty minutes in the usual nursing room he had not woken up.
"Why hasn't he woken up?" I asked Joshua who came to see him half an hour later.
"Maybe in a moment, everyone's different. Let him rest, do you want us to use intervention?"
"No, yeah let it go."
Shortly after Joshua left he opened his eyes.
"Tootsie, you're here."
"How are you feeling?"
"Hmm sleepy I guess... I'm fine with it."
"No, Joshua said you might not be able to operate for a while. That'sthat's all. The bullet's been lifted. You want a drink?"
"Yes can." I get him a drink and raise his bed in a sitting position.
"I don't have to wait, I guess. It's just a small wound." He's still trying to say he's okay.
"Happy birthday to James." He smiled at me. For a moment, I was afraid I couldn't say happy birthday to her again
"You remember my birthday."
"Of course, I even always give you birthday gifts first. Where can I forget."
"Your first gift is a cop car that your brother has been laughing at for weeks." She still remembers the ridiculous gift I gave her when she was eight, when she mentioned it.
"Make what?!" He wondered why I was saying thank you. Then I realized why I was thanking you. "Ohh that, I didn't expect the gun to erupt myself, but seeing the muzzle pointed at you was very worrying. It's okay, I'm not okay. Not salahmu. What matters is that you're okay, if you're okay, your sister will definitely come to my dream and scold me." He could still smile widely, making my feelings mixed between sadness and being moved to hear all that.
I hugged him tightly now. And crying in his chest.
"I'm okay, why are you crying. There's nothing to cry about."
"Why are you so good to me." He didn't answer me. But hugged me back. Not rejecting my embrace.
"I am good." He's laughing a little. I don't know what the words mean, but everything he's done to date is beyond what he's said. "Don't cry anymore."
I took it off, saw it with still foggy eyes.
"I want to celebrate your birthday. The head chef made cupcakes..But why did you get shot by that lunatic." Trying to wipe away the tears still running down my cheeks.
"Ohh I can still blow out the candles, take it easy. Let's celebrate that I just got hit by a bullet." He even made this a comedy.
"You think getting shot is comedy."
"No, I'm just grateful I can still blow out the candles." I don't want to laugh at it. And she smiled to see me laugh.
"Well, I'll keep bringing the cake later, it's already made, we celebrate you can still blow the candles today."
"The candle is one okay. You don't mean to prank me when I'm sick, do you?"
"Prepare 100 later." He laughed again, as if this condition was just one of the usual things for him.
"I can just take a nap, while this medicine still makes me sleepy, rarely can I take a nap. This is the blessing behind the disaster. You don't have to wait for me."
"Sleep then."
I left her in the room after seeing her breathing calm down. From today I will be by his side. He never left me, nor would I go anywhere even if he said nothing.