Numb… Yes, that was the word my mind had been searching for hours. My body felt weak, and I was tired. I wasn't in pain, no. How can a paralyzed body feel pain? But there was a sense of emptiness inside me. I turned away from the window. The lights were dizzying, and the constant flow of people walking past confused me. What were they doing? Why were they coming to the hospital? Why were they leaving? Some didn't even seem to notice the building; they just walked past, talking on their phones or laughing with those beside them. How could they find humor outside a building filled with people fighting? Or dying? I looked at the door. No surprises were waiting for me there. I already knew who would enter and when: my mom, the nurse, and the doctor himself. When I was staring at the door, I wasn't secretly hoping that I would see him . He couldn't be here, but while I was looking at the outside world, I couldn't stop hoping to see him pass through those doors. In my m...