Leah then closed her eyes for the last time and drifted of into a coma. I
remained by her side and I watched over her and cared for her the next 7
days, even though she wasn't conscious. On the seventh day, the doctor
returned and took her away for the operation. I still didn't understand why
this was the only way for her to live, but I was still waiting when she
came back from the operation. I was sent home from the hospital and spent
the next 6 months by myself in my apartment. Everything reminded me of
Leah, and her smile and laugh haunted my dreams constantly. I was
miserable.
The first day I went home, I could do nothing but lie in bed and think about Leah. However, I knew that I was not allowed to talk to her or check up on her until I was called into the hospital. The doctor told me that it could be months or even years. He told me not to wait forever, because I would receive no call if she did not survive. Life did go on for me, though. Slowly, I built myself back up and continued the life I once lived. I couldn't look at anyone the same way, because I still resented the fact that I couldn't save Leah, that I couldn't take away her pain. I still accepted the blame for her pseudo-death.
One fateful day, the doctor did call, and I rushed to the hospital as quickly as I could. I was led up to a new ward where they kept the people they were experimenting on. Some I recognized as past agents, obviously released by Mikado, but I was led past all of them who just stared at me blankly as I passed. I was left in front of the door marked "Leah F. Krueger." They had given her my name. I paused with my hand on the door as I realized that she would have no idea who I was. I didn't know if I was ready to accept what was to come. I raised my hand, finally, to knock, when the door suddenly opened.
The first day I went home, I could do nothing but lie in bed and think about Leah. However, I knew that I was not allowed to talk to her or check up on her until I was called into the hospital. The doctor told me that it could be months or even years. He told me not to wait forever, because I would receive no call if she did not survive. Life did go on for me, though. Slowly, I built myself back up and continued the life I once lived. I couldn't look at anyone the same way, because I still resented the fact that I couldn't save Leah, that I couldn't take away her pain. I still accepted the blame for her pseudo-death.
One fateful day, the doctor did call, and I rushed to the hospital as quickly as I could. I was led up to a new ward where they kept the people they were experimenting on. Some I recognized as past agents, obviously released by Mikado, but I was led past all of them who just stared at me blankly as I passed. I was left in front of the door marked "Leah F. Krueger." They had given her my name. I paused with my hand on the door as I realized that she would have no idea who I was. I didn't know if I was ready to accept what was to come. I raised my hand, finally, to knock, when the door suddenly opened.
