112. I want to see her...

VICTOR....

"Open your mouth." Stella held a slice of apple in front of Bella's mouth. Slowly, without a word, she took the slice and chewed on it.

I was watching her, standing on the other side of the hospital room. I was on a call, yet my focus was on my wife.

Twenty-four hours had passed since she came out of that nightmare, still in a daze but much better than before. However, after she woke up and cried, she did not speak in the last twenty-four hours, as if she had lost her voice.

Doctors said that it's due to the aftershock, but soon she would be fine. The main danger is gone; it's now upon her adaptability. We must be patient and give her enough time to adjust.

Feeling frustrated, I turned around and left the room. It's hard to see her this way; I just can't.

I walked out into the huge garden of the hospital, where the patients were walking, some maybe talking with their family members. I chose a quiet place and sat on a bench.

I rubbed my face. I am not quite sure how to hand