I squirmed again in the uncomfortable chair. I had been sitting there for hours. The ambulance came and took Leah away from me; prying her from my arms. She coughed up blood as they examined her in the ambulance and said that it had pierced her lung, and that they weren't sure if she'd make it. They left me outside in the waiting room, where I was alone. One other person sat on the other side, but seemed calm enough. I wondered if underneath his cool exterior if he was also upset at the world, cursing himself for letting such a thing happen to the only one he loved.

Of course he wasn't. I was alone with the feeling, and it enshrouded me. It wanted to strangle me for being careless and causing Leah to lose her life. I tugged at my shirt, which was soaked and stained with blood. Leah's blood. I wanted to scream in angst.

"Volt?" I heard a voice echo through the hall. I stood up. The doctor looked shocked as I walked towards him. I was a good 6 inches taller than him, and I looked down at him as he told me about Leah's condition.

He stared at the blood on my shirt for a moment, and then looked at me. "Your wife is in critical condition."

My wife, I thought to myself. She wasn't that yet.. I didn't deserve her.

He continued and interrupted my thought. "The bullet pierced her lung and we have managed to remove it, but she is still bleeding. I think there is another chance. There is a new type of therapy that allows our patient to heal because they do not remember the incident. Leah has agreed to it, already. So we are going through with it."

I was enraged. Didn't I have a say in it? "Is this the only way?" I asked, trying to not sound upset.

"Yes."