A doctor came in with a clipboard and Nancy told him what I had said. He looked confused, probably wondering how I could tell her something in the state I was in. She told him we knew morse code, and he didn't question it. He asked me if I had any allergies.

-.. ..- ... - | dust

"Uh, dust apparently," Nancy replied. He wrote that down and left. He came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water.

"Mrs McCartney," He called her over.

I couldn't hear their conversation, but I had an idea of what they were saying. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. I guess I fell asleep again because Nancy woke me up about ten minutes later.

The painkiller was wearing off, and I felt the hot pain again. I tapped her hand, "It....hurts.....ag...again...." I still couldn't breathe right, so I had to stop for breath every half second. The doctor left for some pills for me, and it was just me and Nancy left in the room. She rubbed her hand up and down my belly. I loved it when she did that. I melted into her touch.

"It's gonna be ok, Paul, you're gonna be ok," She whispered.

The doctor came back with a painkiller and he told me to rest. I looked at Nancy and she said she'd be right beside me if I had the nightmare again. I watched the needle break through my skin and I felt myself falling past consciousness