Chapter 4
Sirens were all I could hear as I prickled my eyes open to see what was going on. I looked over, you were motionless but her eyes were open. I tried to speak, but no words would come out. I cried inaudible screams "someone please hear me… someone… anybody". This didn't achieve anything, I could only move my eyes. Suddenly, a heard a medic saying that I was in shock. Now, I have been in countless dangerous situations, far worse than this, maybe this time I went into shock because I thought I was going to lose the most important person in the world.
All I can remember from the explosion was shards of glass hitting your face.
Sometimes, when the world is at its darkest point for you, there is one thing you can do to make the world seem like a better place. Just think of all the new lives being brought into the world at that very moment. Or how many people just got an A on a test. Big or small things relatively, it doesn't matter, but at least you know that what you do has a purpose- to enable those people to smile.
When we arrived at the hospital, you and I in separate ambulances, I start to regain my speech. I think part of me hadn't wanted to speak before, she looked all cut and bloody. She looked a lot worse before, I think they cleaned her up.
I can't imagine how you are feeling. After getting captured by the Taliban, and tortured, you come home to a supposedly 'safe' place, and is then in an explosion.
All in a week
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I'm really sorry for you
All my love,
Marty
p.s. maybe one day I will send this letter, probably not, but on the off chance you are reading it – probably when you are snooping around my stuff- or I am dead- I love you. Now I just need to tell you in real life