After sorting everything out, Samuel returned to the hospital. Holding me in his arms, he said through choked sobs, "Regina, I've gotten revenge for you. When are you going to wake up?"I know I was wrong. I really do."Every day, he stayed by my bedside and never left.When the doctors said I needed physical stimulation to aid my recovery, he learned how to massage my arms and legs. He was clumsy at it. Half the time, he'd end up sitting there with tears in his eyes.He told me stories from our past, including the day we first met and the first time he saw me in a white dress, but sooner or later, he'd always lose the ability to continue.Instead, he'd bury his face in my palm. His shoulders would tremble.He refused to eat. Meal after meal brought by the caregivers remained untouched until they grew cold.He refused to sleep too. Night after night, he sat beside my bed watching me. He was terrified that I'd open my eyes while he wasn't looking.In less than two weeks, he'd lo
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