FEAR

An hour later!

I'm here at the hospital with a bandaged pounding head and depleted self, struggling to control the restless and uncomfortable anxious Andy. His wound on his right upper arm is badly bleeding, his white t-shirt has deviated to colour red. He has vetoed being touched by any doctor, and all he has been doing for the last one hour since we arrived in this hospital is pacing back and forth outside of the room where Angel is being attended to by a team of ...