Absently, I stare through the window, listening to the birds chirping and singing their melody. I used that small dstraction to entertain me while the doctor signs my paper for departure from the hospital. I was better, with the fever gone and my cuts and bruises mostly healed, I was ready to go home. But for me, there was no chance to leave the hospital while leaving something that mattered to me the most. Elijah was still in bed, healing and barely moving. The doctor had said it was a miracle that he had woken up after just a day of rest. His wound was worse than the first time, torn and the hole much deeper than before. I knew those wete the side effects of Roy's fingers digging in, twisting and turning, tearing the flesh up even more. Above all that, he was moving around, not to say pu
