Bill's eyes peeked open to the view of the overhead fan slowing turning above his bed, the cool, crisp hospital sheets felt good on his sensitive and now healing skin. He lay perfectly still, breathing slowing and deliberately as he tried to remember the events of the last few days, his mind struggled to grasp the details and felt as though a heavy fog had descended over his mind and details dark and sketchy.
Phuong's ubiquitous smile was warm and generous as he entered Bills room, Bill sensed that he owed his life to Phuong and that he had in some way engineered his rescue from his captors. After the initial pleasantries Bill asked Phuong what had happened so that he could piece together the events and try and make sense of the experience, but Phuong, in his usual style remained elusive and non committal.
It was then that Bill sensed Mai's presence long before seemed to materialized out of thin air and swept into the room, filing it with her beaming smile. Phuong rose from his chair and offered it to Mai who accepted it without acknowledging his presence. As she sat, Phuong stepped back and gave a slight nod of his head to Bill and quietly exited the room. Mai reached for Bill's hand and held it firmly as she survey his handsome features, he noted the glimmer of concern cross her face as she endeavored to give him her best smile.
Bạn có ổn không? (Are you okay?) He smiled and squeezed her hand, "yeah I'm fine, just a little worse for wear I'm afraid", nothing a few days rest won't fix though he went on. Do you know how long you're going to be in here? Mai asked as she reverted to English. I'm not sure, but I feel fine, Bill said trying to sound chipper.
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