Chapter 87

MICHELSON.

THEY say real men don't cry and I wondered if emotions were really part of what made up the term manhood.

I could remember just two times I had broken down to tears in my entire adulthood life:

The first, was when I lost my fath.The memories still filled my mind like a scar that would never leave and I could still see it in my nightmares.

This was the second time…

It got me wondering how long I was going to get out of all of this if anything ever happened to her.

Never, never was the right term to tell myself that I might never get out of this mentally if anything did happen to her.

I paced the hallway worried and in a state that was quite tense.

I felt the need to do everything and at the same time, I felt like doing nothing other than just walking through the white hallways of the hospital.

Pausing by the dispenser, I grabbed a dispenser and gulped down two cups in quick succession running a hand through my hair that was ruffled.

I was in a state of total mess both phys