ELION

The doctor was speaking; I heard every word. I simply didn't care.

“It's a superficial wound,” He continued despite my lack of interest in what he was explaining. The middle-aged man sighed and continued

“The bullet grazed the side of your neck rather than entering deeply. I have cleaned it and closed the cut; there shouldn't be any complications. You can carry out your normal activities, but it's advisable you—”

My gaze narrowed on Loretta, that burn in my chest flaming harder than any bullet wound could ever. She stood at the doorway to my room with her arms wrapped around herself, tears still clinging to her cheeks, still...