In these 3 months I had many sleepless nights, as my body painfully recovered. Especially my hand. I vomited several times out of the immense pain, but I never fainted. Painfully aware of everything that was happening. Sammy had a different room thankfully, I didn't want to worry him. I really wished the Captain would just randomly visit someday, but he didn't. It felt quite lonely in that big room with open windows without his presence. This is the Captain's room, Sammy has mine.
Speaking of him, he became the same old Sammy again. Went to the workshop in the district, 3 streets away from here, daily. I could tell he was enjoying life, I am glad.