“Well, we’re not sure, it could take anywhere from minutes to hou-” he started to say but the door flew open, and out came Chad on his bed and the doctors pushing the bed from behind.

“Chad!!!” I yelled, overcome with happiness.

“Please, no loud noises. He’s asleep, anyway, on anesthesia.” one of the male doctors ever-so-matter-of-factly told me.

“But.. but..”

“Lady, you need to go home, you can’t stay her-”

“When’s he going to wake up?”

“In about three hours. Now go home!”

Three hours. Only three hours until I get to talk to Chad. But wait..

“Is he going to be okay?”

The doctor sighed. “Yes. He’s going to be fine, though he’s lost most of the feeling in his left leg, he’ll need crutches. We got the bullet out, though.”

“Will it ever heal? I mean, he plays soccer.”

“Well, he won’t be able to anytime soon, that’s for sure.”