At the hospital, the pain was unbearable.
Not normal pain.
The kind of pain that enters your bones and makes time move slowly.
Every movement felt like fire.
Every breath reminded me of what had happened.
Nurses kept walking in and out.
People kept asking questions.
“Can you move your arm?”
_“Does this.S side hurt?”
“Do you feel dizzy?”
But honestly, I barely heard anybody.
Because my mind kept replaying one moment over and over:
Daniel’s wife standing there.
Holding that empty bucket.
Looking at me with pure anger.
No fear.
No regret.
Nothing.
I closed my eyes tightly.
Then suddenly I remembered something that made my chest sink.
My phone.
Immediately I looked around.
“My bag... where’s my bag?”
A nurse pointed toward the table nearby.
I grabbed my phone quickly.
Dozens of missed calls.
