I had to get 17 stitches right on the spot. My arm was bandaged, padded, and wrapped some more. The murderer was caught, and this time, sent to a much higher-security prison.
"How ya doin'?"
"Well, I'm just about as good as I can be, considering that I had a 4-inch blade stuck through my arm."
"Wow. I'm so sorry that I didn't..."
"It's ok, you didn't have to anyway."
"You didn't have to defend me either. Why did you?"
"Well, I just got caught up in the moment I guess. Just one of those things, you know?"
"I see. Any word yet about leaving tonight?"
"No, they haven't said anything."
"Well, I'm gonna find out."
He went off to talk to a doctor or something like that. I was hoping they would let me leave. I didn't like hospitals, they scared me. I was afraid. What if my arm was to get infected and I couldn't move it anymore? That would be terrible.
"The doctor said that they will have to keep you here tonight. Just to make sure everything runs smoothly." He began to walk towards the door. "Goodnight"
"Mr. Wonka, can't you stay? Please?" did I just ask him to stay? I must be more drugged up than I think.
"Stay? Why, yes, if you would want me to."
He made himself comfortable in the chair next to my bed. He seemed rather sad, or depressed. "What's wrong?"
"I hate to see you like this. I feel really bad. I probably could have done something, but I didn't." he hung his head in disappointment.
"It's ok. I'll be alright in a month or so. I can take care of myself, its no big deal or anything. I shouldn't have to stay with you that long, so you don't have to worry."
"What do you mean? You are definitely staying until you are better. I will make sure you get everything you need."
"That's very generous, sir. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, I'm rather tired, I hope you don't mind if I go back to sleep."
"No sir, that's ok."
He made himself comfortable on the little mat placed in the corner. About 5 minutes later, he was fast asleep. The sound of his breath as he slept soothed me, and I went to sleep as well.