I was still in bed, my legs were numb and my head was pounding. I hardly couldn't breathe and I barely ate. I guess this is how my mom felt.

Every one brought me flowers and chocolate. I just can't.

Nobody visited me at night, but that's when he came.

He came close to my bed, and looked at me straight into my eyes, he took my hand and said, in a soft quiet voice, "how do you feel? You ok?"
I nodded, with a weak smile, I politely whisper "I'm fine" and a small tear rolled down my face. He softly whipped the tear away, smiled and left. Tears ran down like I had lost someone, but this felt like I had loved him so hard, I couldn't hold it in. I blew part of my cover, it's like he knew.