I fixed my dress nervously and prepared to see Marcus for after what felt like years, I was nervous and scared at the same time. What if he blamed me as much as I blamed myself for what had befallen him?
I walked into the room with my eyes fixated on the bed where Marcus was sleeping, he looked so weak and in pain. I was happy that he was awake but seeing him in that state made me feel sad for him. Piet had elevated the pillows and he was in a sitting position. When he saw me he smiled weakly but his eyes lightened up at my sight.
At that my feel carried me a little faster than intended and I ran to him and hugged him, although my hug was tight enough for me to feel the warmth of his body assuring me that he was indeed alive. It was weak enough to not hurt any part of him. I was so caref
