After a few hours, Tim finally gained the energy to open his eyes. He looked at the ceiling for a few moments, as if making sure he was in the right place.
He had been half-asleep for a while, and he had heard of the doctor’s diagnosis, so he had some idea of what was going on in the past hour or so.
More prominently, he also felt the woman next to him. He heard her words and felt her presence. He also knew exactly when she fell asleep.
His heart clenched in pain when he looked at her, various emotions filled his body. It was mostly pain and betrayal, and a little hate...
...and maybe a little happiness and relief.
The woman had fallen asleep while she sat, and he watched as her head bobbed. He flinched when she almost fell down. She fortunately did not, waking up just in time
She blinked and then pouted when she realized she had fallen asleep. By instinct, the first thing she did was check on him, and she gasped when she saw him awake.
"Tim?! You’re awake!" she exclaimed, her soft voice echoing in their area. "I’m so happy..."
Tim looked at her with complicated eyes. It wasn’t to say he did not feel resentment towards her, and his heart had hardened. But he was also aware he still had lingering feelings for her.
He didn’t want to be cruel to himself by opening himself up to be hurt again. "I’m a useless man now, Hana," he said, very bluntly. It was better to quickly peel off the band-aid rather than being careful with it.
Hana paused at this and she just stared at him. He thought that he finally shooed her away, and he felt a mix of disappointment and relief.
But then she held his hand with both of hers, and only then did he realize the tears were threatening to flow down her eyes. She leaned down as if pleading with him.
Pleading for what, he did not know.
"It’s fine," she said, voice shaking. "We’ll get through this together."
His jaw clenched. "I might not be able to give you the life you want."
"I can do it for us."
Tim looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, expressing his utter disbelief at her words.
Seeing him like this, the tears she had been holding back—she wanted to appear strong—finally burst out. "I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I’m sorry for making you feel like you’re not enough."
"I’ll change... I won’t leave you again," she said, placing his hand on her face.
"I... I’ll prove it to you, just give me a chance, ne?"
...
On another floor, in a private ward with one bed per room, more space for visitors to rest, and more flexible visiting hours, there were Chris and a few soldiers.
Aditi was at the side of Chris’ bed, sobbing a bit, but she was also smiling as she relayed what happened during Fargo’s execution. She was also among the people who watched him get burned, buried, and eaten by maggots.
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