A Vow Lost to Time
I hate you.
When I woke again, I was lying in a hospital bed.
A doctor came quickly to examine me.
"Other than the severe trauma to your left arm, there appear to be no critical issues," he said. "But even if it heals, I'm afraid it will never regain full strength."
He gave a few instructions for rest before leaving the room.
Moments later, Agnes hurried in.
"Frank, Frank, how do you feel? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"