I didn't know how much time had passed. I glanced at the Clock on the Wall that read 6:20. Looking out the window told me it was evening. Paul was holding my hand but was still focused on breathing.

He was doing better. The doctor said he could go home in one or two days. I was very relieved to hear that.

Paul sent me another message (in morse code).

Nancy, I'm going to try to sleep and see if Linda can reach me.

"Ok, I'll be right here when you wake up." I rubbed his arm up and down and he slowly drifted past consciousness. 

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He looked very peaceful whilst he was sleeping. As if nothing was wrong.

I really didn't mind being second best to Linda. For one, she was a very lovely person and deserved it. Two, all I cared about was Paul. Three, I was satisfied with knowing he loved me, however much.